Billy Kaplan ~ Wiccan Engaged~Gay~Complicated Past Indie Marvel RP blog. Marvel Earth-616 canon, post Children's Crusade. May get NSFW, click Read More at your own peril. I track callmewiccan Sidebar image by ask-kid-loki
"Figured that’d be fixed up by now, with how most the rest of your old team seems to be gallivanting around super-hero-ing-" remove mental note to call Reed "-had another little bird in mind for the teaming up. Little pissed at me, right now, (who isnt?) but it’ll work out. Good news, I don’t think you’re better off dead-" most of the time "-your mother scares me, and, honestly, so do you a little. Don’t let it go to your head. Sincerity second: I am sorry. Did some head-clearing-” literally “-making amends. Hope you can forgive; not counting on it. Good talk.”
"I’ll leave, now."
"Dude, Stark, breathe.”
"Look, it’s just— We were just kids, and all the shit that happened to us was way outside of our pay grade. We got thrown into a fight we didn’t sign up for, got split up, got…” He took a ragged breath. “Got tossed in Maria Hill’s happy fun farm for dangerous mutants, not to mention yours, and now a year and a half later you’re mister humility? Forgive me if I’m not entirely convinced.”
"Okay, clearly, you don’t like me, have you talked Am-never mind. We can deal with that later."
"I’m here to talk to you about your brother. See, I kind of made a promise that I would help find him, that the Avengers would put their resources on it, but I need all the info I can get, before I can do that. Now, all that magic stuff goes well over my head, but I know there’s something to it, so I need you to tell me anything you gleaned from this… Patri-not when you were around him or fighting him or talking to him, or whatever. Also, while I’m here, legal adulthood? Great for official Avenger status. I kind of have to pay you now. Well, only if you’re deciding to stay on the roster."
"Oh, I’m sorry—did the meaning to the words ‘I quit’ change while I was whiling away half a year trying to figure out what the hell my life meant because half of the Avengers and most of the X-Men assumed I was better off dead because of who my mother happens to be?"
"Look, if it’s all the same, I can find Tommy well enough on my own, thanks. It’s my fault he took off in the first place and wound up in this mess. And unless you’re teaming up with Richards again—and I cannot stress how much of a very bad idea that is—I’m gonna have to say no thanks."
katesgotabow: [CALLING BILLY HOME; please leave a voicemail] "Billy, Loki must have stolen your cellphone last night. dont ask. it's a long story. i'll get it back to you later.. call me if you want anything else. Love you"
Billy winced at Teddy’s touch, he knew they had to keep pressure on the freely bleeding wound but it hurt so badly he was whiting out. That landing could have been more graceful, in any case. “Yeah—probably,” he gritted between his teeth. “Get back in there, I’m useless like this.”
He breathed easier once Billy’s arm was in place, tying it so it wouldn’t move no matter what he did. “Just drop it. I’m not leaving you here alone. Now sit still.” Teddy bent down to lift Billy up, keeping him as still as possible.
"I refuse to let them take you." The U-men were not going to take any part of his fiancee. Keeping Billy close to his chest, he started moving them away from the battle scene. "If they want you they are going to have to go through me first."
It took most of Billy’s restraint to keep from cringing when Teddy picked him up, cradling his broken limb with his good arm. “Fine, fine. Just—just get us out of here…” He leaned against Teddy’s chest, frowning. He could hear feet following them, getting closer. The last thing he wanted was for them to figure out how valuable Teddy could be to their organization, but his arm hurt so badly he couldn’t concentrate hard enough to teleport them.
There wasn’t much in the way of reading material Billy couldn’t get either at the school bookstore or at the one he worked at, but apparently both places were completely out of copies of Catcher in the Rye. Ridiculous as it seemed, his English professor swore it would be crucial to his future success if he studied the book—no matter that he’d been over it in the 11th grade and had shown him the glowing grade he’d gotten on his report. This was college.
Well, he may not be a student at the JGS, but he was certainly friends with enough of them to warrant swinging by the library to see about borrowing one of their copies. They had to have one, right?
He was so absorbed in searching for his quarry he completely missed the squirrel-boy on the top stack until his head collided with the dangling tail—at which point he wigged out like he was being attacked and found himself backing into another shelf and knocking a few books to the floor.
When one had a tail, especially one as large and heavy as Forest’s, it was to keep balance. Forest was perfectly capable of walking on two human feet when he was thirteen but his paw-like mutated caused him to lean forward to balance and his tail served as a counterweight.
The result of learning and adapting and even perfecting this system was that his balance at any given second relied heavily on the fact that he knew exactly where his tail was at any given moment.
Suddenly, his tail was not where he was holding it and suddenly he was tipping backwards. He scrambled to catch hold on the bookshelf and squeaked before falling. He straightened himself midair and landed in a surprised, confused crouch, looking at Billy.
"…What just happened?"
Billy managed to regain his balance as Forest landed in a crouch, shaking his head to clear it a little. “I—uh, what the heck…” He looked over at the other teen, his face flushing in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I should’a been watching where I was going…”
He paused, pondered for a moment. “You haven’t seen a copy of Catcher in the Rye, have you?”