I see Rainbows...

[mutant-science.livejournal.com]

Louis Armstrong croons in a scratchy recording over the antique speakers. The old turntable is an oddity amid the menagerie of mad science technology that clutters the room.

A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.


"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.

A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.

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[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

She followed his eyes and his thoughts towards the Maker and smirks. A few ideas are coming to her on how she could use Worthington. Xavier might just let her have him once she explains her reasoning.

I am much more dangerous than he is, but that danger could be on your side. If you play nice. If not...

A telekinetic slash flashes across his bare chest. Not even enough to scar, but enough to get her point across.

Understand?

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

His lower lip quivers the moment of pain, and he has to take a steadying breath.

No reason not to be nice to you, baby...

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Then we understand each other.

She closes the small distance between them, tracing the small trickle of blood on his chest with two fingertips.

"Good."

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

It hurts.

It's hot.

He's a freak. He should be worried. He wasn't a freak before.

He's not.

"Not quite. I don't know what we're playing yet."

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Her hand flattens against his chest, moving slowly upwards. Her eyes watch its progress.

"Master and servant. It's an easy enough game, and I just gave you the basic rules. Follow them and it can be quite enjoyable."

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

He's watching her eyes.

At least pain is still pain... and he knows to avoid that...

Although he's tempted to stop minding his manners - she's threatening, but threats only give him a charge now. Some logical remnant in his brain knows that he can't push her too far, though. Servants are a dime a dozen.

Still... the smile isn't going anywhere.

The wings curl around her, but don't touch her just yet.

"At your service, my dear."

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Her eyes lift to lock with his, searching him for a moment before she grins.

"Good."

Her hand slips behind his neck and pulls his head down for her to take a kiss from him. There is nothing giving about it.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

That gives him a charge, and his hands instinctively move to her waist, happy at the moment to give her everything she can take from him.

And he certainly knows what he's doing.