Raylan Elisha Wilcox
Location: Range then Sophia Blackthorn's room. [
Interacting with: Sophia Blackthorn
@Ace of flames01
Raylan sat and watched as the Polo boy did his thing. It was impressive to say the least, but Raylan couldn't help but wonder just how much control he has over that cube. Raylan thought, was curious if he could even nudge something that heavy. It was impressive but not enough to make Raylan do anything more than what he was doing.
Then it was soccer boys turn. “What is up with these people and their names? Loki Cage? Tiny Dancer? Rocket Man? Two Elton John's and a wanna be trying to get street cred from a name. Wind Dancer my ass, Michael Flatley called and wants his atomic headband back.” Raylan thought himself.
Then he had to say it. He couldn't just leave it alone and be done. “I was trained 10 plus years in kung fu. So I can probably kick just about anyone’s ass in here.” Those replayed in his head as his anger started to grow.
The moment he heard those words. Raylan knew he was going to be the one, the one that tried him. Tiny Dancer would get hurt for it if he did. There was always one, one that had to prove themselves and show they were the biggest badass in the place and Raylan was more often than not the target. He didn't mind, not really. If only because he won almost all the time. His entire life had been a one long fight after another. In fact, if he was being honest, he enjoyed it.
The Institute was one the place he never had to fight and if the truth was known, Raylan has no ideas how live that calm and peaceful life. He was comfortable in chaos and danger. That was the life he knew how to live.
Raylan shifted in his chair. His only movements since sitting back down. There was so much he wanted to do and say but Raylan knew Frank and what he would do. Frank was very good at finding a way to get the better of Raylan. What stopped Raylan was fear of Frank finding out about his bruises. It wouldn't take long after for Frank to put everything together.
Then it was the little Growths turn. Her and Frank both seemed to be joined at the hip. That one of two things, she was either terrified of everything, or she was extremely dangerous. The scarier notion was both were true.
Raylan watched as the whole range turned into the picture of hell. That display made Raylan stand up and take notice. The steel door changed color from the heat alone. This was a terrifying amount of power, this was amazing. Raylan even cracked a smile at the display.
Raylan only took in his eyes off the range when the Frank started talking. He noted the teams and his smile instantly went away. Two psychics, Cat boy, the Fire Growth all stuck around Raylan. He almost felt bad for them. Still Raylan never said a word.
“Cool.” Raylans only word at the clear sight of fear coming from the newly formed Panther. Raylan didn't bother getting any closer than he was. He wasn't about to get got by a big cat. Still he took a single precaution. Raylan's hand opened slightly and the metal ball started rolling towards him. Just the notion of having a weapon with him made him relax.
From the moment Frank started barking orders. Raylan left the room. There wasn't anything he could have done. Plus someone needed to go check in the girl. That someone should have been Grace or Frank, not Raylan. He made his way out of the room passing some Asian girl, never giving a hint of seeing her.
He made himself another cup of coffee and walked out having himself another cigarette. When he was done, Raylan thought about where a scared little girl would go. He settled in her room. Wherever that was. He walked into Frank's office and started going through paper work.
There was a dossier on everyone. Powers, history, and other details could be easily found. Raylan found his first and noted how much was lacking in the file. He couldn't blame Frank for hiding his information, if the wrong things were known about Raylan, very bad things could happen.
Raylan couldn't help but note the exact same thing about the Growths file. There hardly any information about her. In Raylan's head thsr meant two things, she was either crazy or the kid had a rough go. Either way Raylan found her room and made his way there.
Raylan knocked on the door a few times.
“You can come out from under the bed clothes and open up or I can. Your call.” Raylan didn't give her the time to answer. An audible click to be heard coming from the other side of the door.
Once the door opened he saw a figure sobbing under the blankets. Raylan just pulled a chair from the desk and sat down.
"Don't worry I let myself in. So what's your deal kid? Why you in here crying?” Raylan said crossing in foot over his leg and taking a sip of coffee.