((This is an RP for Nic, Ti, Neon, and Iron. So if you're not playing then, don't post here. Elsewise I shall prod you with A POINTY STICK. Roar!
Posting order should remain pretty static, so that nobody gets left behind the others due to timezones/schedules, :3.
Aaaaand, it's go-time!))
It was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue. The air was clear. The birds were singing. Everything about the weather was perfectly pleasant in every way.
How lame.
Neon wanted wind. The closer to gale-force, the better. If there wasn't a good wind up, flying just wasn't a CHALLENGE, y'know? Still air was stale air and stale air was no fun at all. No air currents to buffet Neon around, forcing her to didge invisible forces in a kickass training exercize of DOOM. No feel of the wind between her wings and her back. No nothing.
If Neon couldn't have wind, she wanted clouds. Clouds had atmosphere. There was a reason that storis started with 'it was a dark and stormy night', and that reason was that dark and stormy nights WERE COOL. Though Neon would never admit it to Nitrogen, lightning was pretty awesome. It took fluffy clouds from pansy to powerful in one second flat.
Finally, barring wind OR clouds, Neon'd settle for cold. The freeze was a good excuse to drink whiskey and feel up Iron. For his own health, of course! Hell yeah! Neon was nothing if not conscious of Iron's well-being, during those times when she was not trying to stab him.
...
Oh well.
If Neon could not have ideal training or macking conditions, then she could have mutants instead! If Ti showed in the lab today, that is. Neon figured she'd do her training inside just in case. They'd had a helluva time figuring out when to get this show on the road, but he'd managed to email her saying he'd be in during the next couple days.
Neon didn't know how useful the guy with no hands or wings or legs would be for getting mutants, but it couldn't hurt, eh? If he pulled his weight, awesome, and if he didn't then he'd totally owe her. It was a win-win situation. She figured that she and Iron could pull it off either way. Wasn't much Neon and Iron couldn't do, that did not involve robotics or space lasers or, okay, magic, but Mendels didn't do magic anyway and Syc said magic was for jerks who liked to go 'la la la, I'm so cool, I have magic and my momma was a polecat and my poppa was Zeus, la la la, also I'm fifty bajillion years old' in order to lord it over other people.
The glowing Mendel flew up to her shelf, retrieved one of her martial arts books, and settled in for the wait.
