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John and Illyana | Backdated to 6/24/15
John tells Illyana about Bigby's arrest. Illyana's not entirely convinced that it's a valid reason to move out, but offers to help him move anyway.
Not in the rec room. Not in his room - and yes, she'd actually appeared outside Nico's room, only to be told he wasn't there by Caius. Grumbling, she headed down the hall, wondering just where he'd gotten himself off to. Granted, she could just focus on him and find him - but yeah. That didn't always work out so well. She could keep looking.
When she found him, though, she was going to figure out a way to attach his phone to him.
An open door caught her attention as she walked by, and she peeked inside, where John was...packing boxes?
"Hey, what's up?" she asked in a not quite accusatory tone. "I thought you were leaving later this summer?"
"Nah--Damon's moving out end of the month and we're gonna take his place." John looked up from folding his extra set of sheets. "Might as well get going, right?"
"I guess." Illyana sounded less than certain, but she came inside and plopped down in a bare spot on the bed. "I'm pretty sure it'd still be there later, though."
"Tell the truth, we should go." John frowned. He hadn't wanted it to get around, what happened last weekend but... well, Bigby wouldn't mind, and John was the only one who had anything to be embarrassed about. "Things are getting a bit weird. I dunno if you heard, but Bigby got--not arrested, really, but detained by the cops last weekend. Lehnsherr had to go and convince them to let him go--they like questioning brown mutants, I reckon, down at the station. Slammed his face into the pavement good.
"Then I got a bit miffed and--well, I blew up a cop car. No one was in but still, bit stupid of me in retrospect."
"You blew up a cop car?" Illyana repeated incredulously, then shook her head. Not the important part. "Is Bigby okay?"
John nodded. "There was no one in it," he repeated, just for good measure. He wasn't that mad. "But yeah, I mean, he's all right now. Just got a bit roughed up and they tried to breathe down his neck and get him to confess to starting a fight. All because some kids fucked with us--with me, really--and when they threatened me he started to shift. He didn't do anything though. Lucky for them."
"More luck than they deserved, from the sound of it." Illyana wrinkled her nose - messing with John was not okay, and messing with Bigby was not okay by extention. But they were both okay, and John had gotten revenge on the cops, and...
She grinned. "Tell me the explosion was cool, at least?"
"Oh mate, it was bangin'." His face lit up in a huge grin, his hands making a gigantic explodey gesture. "Bigby wasn't too pleased to hear about it, but I think he mostly worries about me doing something stupid and getting into the shit for it." Well, that and him being a bit... off, probably. But in a nice way!
"Oh man, I wish I could've seen that. Did anyone get it on video?" Illyana asked hopefully. She pulled out her phone and pulled up YouTube, hoping that someone had recorded the car exploding, at least. "Also - and don't take this the wrong way, because I like Bigby, you know I do - I think he likes to worry. About you, at least." She grinned over at John before turning her attention back to the sceen.
"Bigby's a survivor. I'm--well, let's be honest, darling, I'm lucky to have lived this long without someone worrying over me." John giggled. Then he sobered a little. "But yeah, someone got the arrest on video. It's on youtube. They didn't get the cop car blowing, though, which I reckon is a lucky thing. Too bad, though, in most ways."
"It would've been cool to watch," she offered sympathetically. She typed in a search criteria anyway, and sure enough, the second video in the list was that of Bigby's arrest. "So, was Professor Lenscherr mad? About the car, I mean." She seriously doubted the headmaster would have been mad at them about the arrest, and honestly, she figured it was a given he was mad at the police.
"Highly sympathetic, actually," John said. It had almost surprised him, but then, he'd always felt like Lehnsherr knew what was up. He had that vibe about him. Good guy, that one. "He wasn't pleased about the cop car, but I got the feeling he was also a little sympathetic there, tell the truth, he just couldn't endorse it. He let me come along to get Bigby from the cop shop."
"He's pretty cool," Illyana agreed. "So, they're not making you leave or anything, right?"
"Nah." John went to his closet and grabbed a few shirts that were still hanging there, each louder than the next. Ignoring the sound from her phone. He didn't want to think about Bigby getting his face slammed into the pavement like that. It just made him want to light more things on fire and apparently that was bad. "But it just seems, you know. Good timing and all. Keep things from getting awkward--especially since people can and will see this, even if the event isn't exact newsworthy."
"It's newsworthy!" Illyana protested. She saved the link, then closed down the browser and put her phone back in her pocket. "But yeah, okay, I get that." She sighed and started folding up the shirt nearest to her. "Everyone's leaving, though. I don't like it."
"Aw, don't think of it like I'm leaving. Just think of it like I'm providing an extra place for you to hang out when the Authority Figures are getting oppressive," John suggested.
"Yeah, because Bigby's going to want me pestering you guys." Somehow, she doubted it. She'd never gotten the impression Bigby was all that thrilled to have her pestering even here.
"Whaaat?" John looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. "Why would he mind? Is it the face? He always looks frowny like that, really, it's just him. He's a marshmallow."
"With you, he's a marshmallow." Illyana smiled a little as she put the shirt into a box. "Pretty sure I'm not on his favorite people list." Not that Bigby'd ever said that. But yeah. Definite frowny face.
"Nahhh, he would've said," John admitted. He loaded up his arms with shirts and turned to drop them into a box. "He doesn't mince words when someone fucks him off. He just doesn't know you--and anyhow, he always wants my friends to hang around. So you'll hang around, right? Please?"
"Definitely." She grinned a little at John's attempt at packing. "In fact, if you've got a picture of your new place? I can start delivering stuff. Before it gets a chance to get wrinkled."
"You're a genius, Illyana. But you knew that." John popped his phone out of his back pocket and flicked through some things before turning it to her. About five pics on there. Don't worry, nothing dirty if you go past those, Bigby isn't really the sort."
... not in pictures, anyhow.
"I'm pretty sure most people would argue that." Illyana took the phone and studied the picture, then handed it back and nodded. "Got it. If we stack some boxes up on the floor, I can take them all at once and pop back."
"Done and done. Next time you wanna move, mate, you just let me know and I'll box things up for you. Sound fair?" John grinned and started lifting. He was still lanky as hell, but all that working out had made him strong, at least. And flexible!
"I'll keep it in mind," Illyana assured him, picking up one of the boxes herself to pile it with the others. "I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while, though."
"Except to visit us. In Salem Center." John arched an eyebrow at her over his shoulder.
Illyana smiled and nodded. "Except for that."
Not in the rec room. Not in his room - and yes, she'd actually appeared outside Nico's room, only to be told he wasn't there by Caius. Grumbling, she headed down the hall, wondering just where he'd gotten himself off to. Granted, she could just focus on him and find him - but yeah. That didn't always work out so well. She could keep looking.
When she found him, though, she was going to figure out a way to attach his phone to him.
An open door caught her attention as she walked by, and she peeked inside, where John was...packing boxes?
"Hey, what's up?" she asked in a not quite accusatory tone. "I thought you were leaving later this summer?"
"Nah--Damon's moving out end of the month and we're gonna take his place." John looked up from folding his extra set of sheets. "Might as well get going, right?"
"I guess." Illyana sounded less than certain, but she came inside and plopped down in a bare spot on the bed. "I'm pretty sure it'd still be there later, though."
"Tell the truth, we should go." John frowned. He hadn't wanted it to get around, what happened last weekend but... well, Bigby wouldn't mind, and John was the only one who had anything to be embarrassed about. "Things are getting a bit weird. I dunno if you heard, but Bigby got--not arrested, really, but detained by the cops last weekend. Lehnsherr had to go and convince them to let him go--they like questioning brown mutants, I reckon, down at the station. Slammed his face into the pavement good.
"Then I got a bit miffed and--well, I blew up a cop car. No one was in but still, bit stupid of me in retrospect."
"You blew up a cop car?" Illyana repeated incredulously, then shook her head. Not the important part. "Is Bigby okay?"
John nodded. "There was no one in it," he repeated, just for good measure. He wasn't that mad. "But yeah, I mean, he's all right now. Just got a bit roughed up and they tried to breathe down his neck and get him to confess to starting a fight. All because some kids fucked with us--with me, really--and when they threatened me he started to shift. He didn't do anything though. Lucky for them."
"More luck than they deserved, from the sound of it." Illyana wrinkled her nose - messing with John was not okay, and messing with Bigby was not okay by extention. But they were both okay, and John had gotten revenge on the cops, and...
She grinned. "Tell me the explosion was cool, at least?"
"Oh mate, it was bangin'." His face lit up in a huge grin, his hands making a gigantic explodey gesture. "Bigby wasn't too pleased to hear about it, but I think he mostly worries about me doing something stupid and getting into the shit for it." Well, that and him being a bit... off, probably. But in a nice way!
"Oh man, I wish I could've seen that. Did anyone get it on video?" Illyana asked hopefully. She pulled out her phone and pulled up YouTube, hoping that someone had recorded the car exploding, at least. "Also - and don't take this the wrong way, because I like Bigby, you know I do - I think he likes to worry. About you, at least." She grinned over at John before turning her attention back to the sceen.
"Bigby's a survivor. I'm--well, let's be honest, darling, I'm lucky to have lived this long without someone worrying over me." John giggled. Then he sobered a little. "But yeah, someone got the arrest on video. It's on youtube. They didn't get the cop car blowing, though, which I reckon is a lucky thing. Too bad, though, in most ways."
"It would've been cool to watch," she offered sympathetically. She typed in a search criteria anyway, and sure enough, the second video in the list was that of Bigby's arrest. "So, was Professor Lenscherr mad? About the car, I mean." She seriously doubted the headmaster would have been mad at them about the arrest, and honestly, she figured it was a given he was mad at the police.
"Highly sympathetic, actually," John said. It had almost surprised him, but then, he'd always felt like Lehnsherr knew what was up. He had that vibe about him. Good guy, that one. "He wasn't pleased about the cop car, but I got the feeling he was also a little sympathetic there, tell the truth, he just couldn't endorse it. He let me come along to get Bigby from the cop shop."
"He's pretty cool," Illyana agreed. "So, they're not making you leave or anything, right?"
"Nah." John went to his closet and grabbed a few shirts that were still hanging there, each louder than the next. Ignoring the sound from her phone. He didn't want to think about Bigby getting his face slammed into the pavement like that. It just made him want to light more things on fire and apparently that was bad. "But it just seems, you know. Good timing and all. Keep things from getting awkward--especially since people can and will see this, even if the event isn't exact newsworthy."
"It's newsworthy!" Illyana protested. She saved the link, then closed down the browser and put her phone back in her pocket. "But yeah, okay, I get that." She sighed and started folding up the shirt nearest to her. "Everyone's leaving, though. I don't like it."
"Aw, don't think of it like I'm leaving. Just think of it like I'm providing an extra place for you to hang out when the Authority Figures are getting oppressive," John suggested.
"Yeah, because Bigby's going to want me pestering you guys." Somehow, she doubted it. She'd never gotten the impression Bigby was all that thrilled to have her pestering even here.
"Whaaat?" John looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. "Why would he mind? Is it the face? He always looks frowny like that, really, it's just him. He's a marshmallow."
"With you, he's a marshmallow." Illyana smiled a little as she put the shirt into a box. "Pretty sure I'm not on his favorite people list." Not that Bigby'd ever said that. But yeah. Definite frowny face.
"Nahhh, he would've said," John admitted. He loaded up his arms with shirts and turned to drop them into a box. "He doesn't mince words when someone fucks him off. He just doesn't know you--and anyhow, he always wants my friends to hang around. So you'll hang around, right? Please?"
"Definitely." She grinned a little at John's attempt at packing. "In fact, if you've got a picture of your new place? I can start delivering stuff. Before it gets a chance to get wrinkled."
"You're a genius, Illyana. But you knew that." John popped his phone out of his back pocket and flicked through some things before turning it to her. About five pics on there. Don't worry, nothing dirty if you go past those, Bigby isn't really the sort."
... not in pictures, anyhow.
"I'm pretty sure most people would argue that." Illyana took the phone and studied the picture, then handed it back and nodded. "Got it. If we stack some boxes up on the floor, I can take them all at once and pop back."
"Done and done. Next time you wanna move, mate, you just let me know and I'll box things up for you. Sound fair?" John grinned and started lifting. He was still lanky as hell, but all that working out had made him strong, at least. And flexible!
"I'll keep it in mind," Illyana assured him, picking up one of the boxes herself to pile it with the others. "I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while, though."
"Except to visit us. In Salem Center." John arched an eyebrow at her over his shoulder.
Illyana smiled and nodded. "Except for that."