Try Not To Lie
Characters: ALEX & OPEN
Date&Time: July 31/afternoon
Setting: school grounds somewhere outside
Summary: Deep Thoughts By Alex Summers while he works out and shows off those muscles and whatnot.
Rating: idek.
Status: Open
Was he making a mistake? Being around these other mutants, being at this...school, or whatever it was, was he making a mistake?
"Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude."
Some German guy--Arthur Schopenhauer--had said that. Alex remembered reading it, because he had read it while in solitary. While alone. And it had stuck with him. Of everything he'd read, this one quote would not seem to leave him, and he kept coming back to it now that he had a chance to have something with Amara, now that he had ended things officially with Lorna. Wasn't he supposed to move on and be happy with Amara now? He'd found closure with Lorna.
Hadn't he?
In sweatpants and a black tank-top, Alex was outside the mansion using the new chin-up bars Hank had designed for him. It was one of the many modifications Charles Xavier had allowed on his childhood home for them to help with their training. While Alex would never deny the man had given up a lot for them, he still wasn't sure he belonged there. If he was to become a weapon--as Erik suggested he might--than Charles was the wrong man to follow. Charles would always keep him benched, hoping for a peaceful outcome, but there wouldn't always be the option of peace.
The more Alex Summers read on wars of the past, the more he understood that. This war they were preparing for was so much more than just men fighting. Some of them were powerful enough to do real damage without ever picking up a gun, and humanity wasn't going to go down without a fight. So who did he align himself with? Charles--who seemed to only see the good in people--or someone else? Alex wasn't entirely sure that someone else was Erik, as the metal manipulator seemed to side with the Professor quite a bit, and he sure as hell was never following someone like Shaw, so who? The Fantastic Four were starting to make more and more headlines as they paraded around in costume and saved lives, and while Alex didn't ever want to be a masked hero, he didn't like sitting by and watching either.
For all his denial that he wanted to be a soldier of any kind, Alex Summers' personality designed him to be the perfect soldier.
Letting go of the bar to stand on the ground again, he paused to catch his breath, glancing up towards the sky. The source of his power didn't even come from Earth, so was he obligated to protect the people that lived here?
Date&Time: July 31/afternoon
Setting: school grounds somewhere outside
Summary: Deep Thoughts By Alex Summers while he works out and shows off those muscles and whatnot.
Rating: idek.
Status: Open
Was he making a mistake? Being around these other mutants, being at this...school, or whatever it was, was he making a mistake?
"Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude."
Some German guy--Arthur Schopenhauer--had said that. Alex remembered reading it, because he had read it while in solitary. While alone. And it had stuck with him. Of everything he'd read, this one quote would not seem to leave him, and he kept coming back to it now that he had a chance to have something with Amara, now that he had ended things officially with Lorna. Wasn't he supposed to move on and be happy with Amara now? He'd found closure with Lorna.
Hadn't he?
In sweatpants and a black tank-top, Alex was outside the mansion using the new chin-up bars Hank had designed for him. It was one of the many modifications Charles Xavier had allowed on his childhood home for them to help with their training. While Alex would never deny the man had given up a lot for them, he still wasn't sure he belonged there. If he was to become a weapon--as Erik suggested he might--than Charles was the wrong man to follow. Charles would always keep him benched, hoping for a peaceful outcome, but there wouldn't always be the option of peace.
The more Alex Summers read on wars of the past, the more he understood that. This war they were preparing for was so much more than just men fighting. Some of them were powerful enough to do real damage without ever picking up a gun, and humanity wasn't going to go down without a fight. So who did he align himself with? Charles--who seemed to only see the good in people--or someone else? Alex wasn't entirely sure that someone else was Erik, as the metal manipulator seemed to side with the Professor quite a bit, and he sure as hell was never following someone like Shaw, so who? The Fantastic Four were starting to make more and more headlines as they paraded around in costume and saved lives, and while Alex didn't ever want to be a masked hero, he didn't like sitting by and watching either.
For all his denial that he wanted to be a soldier of any kind, Alex Summers' personality designed him to be the perfect soldier.
Letting go of the bar to stand on the ground again, he paused to catch his breath, glancing up towards the sky. The source of his power didn't even come from Earth, so was he obligated to protect the people that lived here?