Bobby and Angel: Real Bad Ninja Pranks

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When Bobby Drake gets bored, his faculty mates may suffer... with pranks.



"So what, exactly, are we doing sneaking around the science rooms like really bad ninjas?" Angel's voice rose from a few feet behind Bobby, where she was sneaking along with a small sack that he'd handed her earlier. When she'd asked for better pranking techniques, she hadn't expected him to whisk her off for a demonstration. She'd expected a slideshow - or a power point presentation, maybe.

But Bobby wasn't exactly a Powerpoint type of guy. Pausing slightly, he threw his hands out to the side, hoping Angel would halt in your position. "Well if I told you the whole prank now, it just wouldn't be that much fun would it." Twisting around, he gave her a wink. To be honest, usually he would have just sat down and talked through a prank with his newly-found pupil, but after his trip with Amanda earlier, it had been his commitment to get out more, and do more. And to be honest, this felt much better than sitting in his room, listening to crappy love songs.

She stopped but barely since she hadn’t been expecting it. Angel stuck her tongue out at him as she rocked back on her heels in an attempt to regain her balance. She couldn’t really complain, though, seeing as she’d been bored out of her skull before she’d had the idea to ping Bobby. There hadn’t been any kind of fun ruckus in the mansion in ages and, from the stories she’d heard, he was the kind of guy who would have some ideas of how to stir some up. “Okay, Obi Wan,” Angel sighed, “lead and I shall follow.”

Sticking his head around the doorway, Bobby looked into the biology lab, craning his neck to look through the door. "The first think you have to learn young Padawan, is that when dealing with people at the mansion, you have to think through your pranks a lot further." That's when he spotted what he was looking for. "Because when dealing with great minds, you have to always be on the look out." Pointing his finger, he let her see a small security camera's red light as it blinks in the back corner of the room. "Lucky for you, I've done this a few times."

“Oh. Huh. Maybe there’s some life left in you after all, grandpop,” Angel commented, sheepishly eyeing the security camera from where she still crouched behind Bobby. “So – now what?”

"Don't fit me for my walker just yet." He forced a small smile before turning back and focusing in on the task again. "Well last time I heard, solar flares can destroy the lens of some cameras." His smile twisted into a smirk as he looked back at his pupil. "And someone in this room can probably generate a pretty big flare just in front of that camera."

At the idea of destroying a camera, Angel spluttered. “Aren’t those expensive? I want to cover someone in goop or feathers or something, not get in trouble!” She chewed on her lip and gave it some thought. “I don’t have to destroy the lenses, though. The microwave radiation will, probably, screw with the camera. This was an unused lab before Dr. McCoy got back, right? Maybe it’s an older model.”

Bobby grabbed onto her shoulders. "Hey, hey, relax. We're not destroying anything." He let out a small chuckle at the girl. "Hank would never leave a camera that we could destroy, remember? Big science type. I just want to mess with the lens enough that we disrupt the digital recording for a few seconds." A small wink later he was back to his jovial spirit. "Oh yeah of little faith..."

“Okay, no longer panicking. It’s just – you know. It’s a camera.” Destroying one without just cause was sort of like the killing of puppies in Angel’s eyes. The thought of it was enough to send her brain into a complete and utter tail spin. “Right, no longer allowed to question your line of thinking. Waaait, that’s dangerous. Anyway, okay, flare! Yes, that I can do!”

And a second later, that’s exactly what went off – gently – a few spaces away from the camera.

Bobby leaned back to cover his eyes in the process, but as he turned back towards his newest "student" the grin was apparent. "You're learning fast kid." As he leaned forward and opened up the doorway to the room, he paused one final time. "Alright, pop quiz, we're dealing with Dr. Hank McCoy here. Do you think it's going to be as easy as stopping a camera from filming to get into the bio lab?"

She paused from where she was about to put her foot on the floor. "Are you saying Dr. McCoy booby trapped this place? Probably because you guys have been friends forever and he figures you'll be after him again?" Angel shrugged when Bobby looked at her. "Hey, man! I've heard the rumors of what you used to do to each other! I'd totally booby trap the place against you!"

"Oh, he tries to keep one foot ahead of me." With a smile, Bobby leaned forward, taking in a deep breath and spraying into into the room. In an instant an intersecting pattern of green lasers appeared in front of the duo. "But when you've been at it as long as I have, you have to get up pretty early to even try to keep up with me."

"Is this stuff even tied into the mansion's defenses?" Angel asked incredulously. "You know what? Don't answer that. Better that we just keep going..."

"See, now you're learning kid..." Bobby added with a tap on the girl's shoulder. But he was already turned and staring down the laser jungle in front of him. "Now, our goal is that shower in the corner. If we trip any of these lasers, it's game over on this black opp." Turning back towards Angel, his face looked like a young kid's. This was definitely his element.

Even though she sort of suspected that the lasers were just for show, Angel couldn't help but grin back at Bobby. He hadn't been out and about for ages and she liked seeing him having some fun. "I follow your lead," she said, rubbing her hands in glee. She could have just flown over them but she wanted to see what he had in store.

To be honest, Bobby didn't even think that the lasers were attached to anything. Just a show for students that may get the bright idea to set the lab animals free. But hey, you have to have some excitement in your life, right. "Well let's get this party started..." Keeping his eyes looked on the pattern, Drake tiptoed over the first, ducking under a second. As he fell back into a crab position, having to lift one leg straight in the air, letting out a loud grunt as he hoped over. "Jeez, I guess Bon-bons pack more calories than they used to, huh?"

Really, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and start to giggle hysterically, even though she tried to be quiet about it. He was ... and the leg ... Angel leaned against the wall and nearly about died. "You - you - you do yoga!" she cackled, more amused than she probably should have been. She blamed that on the twinkies earlier that morning. "I wish I hadn't screwed up the camera, I could have put that on youtube!"

As Bobby finally found a spot to land is feet and stand-up on his tip toes, he saw the last hurdle. But took one last quick break. "Enjoy your youth while you can. Pretty soon you'll be like me, and need to go to the tech team and beg them to find ways to let out your leathers." With a final bounce, Bobby jumped over the hip high final laser. As he hit the ground on the other side, he was smart enough to roll forward. But not graceful enough to avoid rolling directly into the far wall. With another oaf, he let his body sprawl out on the floor, breathing heavily. "Ok, your turn..."

"I? Am not doing that. That's crazy, ninja like powers that even my youthfulself knows better than to try." The lasers ended - not surprisingly - just above Bobby's height, leaving enough space between the top of them and the ceiling to allow anyone with a flying ability to carefully float up and then over them. Angel did have to make sure she kept an eye on her height so she didn't drift down into them but after a few seconds she was dropping down next to Bobby's prone form on the ground. She grinned down at him. "There's a reason my powers are useful, dude."

Bobby had his mouth turn to the side as he slowly began to spin away from Angel. "Oh sure. Anyone can do it that way," was mumbled out of his breath as he turned and began slowly walking away from the laser array, making his way towards the missions target, the room's safety shower.

Grinning a little bit, Angel skipped along behind Bobby, deciding to leave the whole flying thing out of the conversation for the time being. "Are we going to turn him colors with the shower head?" she asked, curious as to what prank they were going to pull.

As he looked a the shower, Bobby cracked a smile at the girl's enthusiasm. "You have to start small here young one." Reaching towards the pipes around the safety shower, he turned back one final time. "Are you ready for this?"

"Dude, I was born ready. And screaming. I was also born screaming." Angel grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Let's bring it!"

Reaching forward Bobby grabbed onto the pipes and closed his eyes, but just as quickly as he did so, his hand fell down and he turned back to his partner in crime. "That's it."

"...seriously?"

"Well for my part at least." Bobby gave another grin. "Now we get to see how much power control you've gained little miss College Student." Tapping just under the bottom part of the pipe that he had frozen, Drake raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you can superheat the water here without vaporizing it?"

"I'm an X-Man. Shove over, old man." Putting her hand roughly over where Bobby had put his, Angel's eyes drifted halfway closed. She was looking for hotspots now and where Bobby had messed with it, there was a big negative there. That's where she came in. Slowly, very slowly, Angel excited microwave energy to bring the temperature up and up and up until ... "There we go!" she exclaimed, stepping back.

"Excellent." Drake added with a sinister smirk. "Now there's only one last thing to worry about."

"Like what?" Angel spread her hands out wide in front of her. "Oh, wait, I know! Like enraging a 600 pound fuzzy scientist who can do science to us? The bad kind of science, at that."

Bobby cocked his head backward admiring their work. "Actually I was thinking how we were gonna get the wet dog smell out of the carpet, but you do make a good point." Quickly he raised an eyebrow. "Wanna get the hell out of here before the blue guy shows and catches us red handed at the scene?"

"Dude, I'm two steps ahead of you!" With that, Angel turned on her heel and bolted for the relative safety of the upstairs. Outside of the bad science place. Too bad science tended to be portable ...