[ Angelo's in a living room somewhere, probably the Institute. Running a hand through his hair, he looks away from the comm for a few moments, clearly agitated and trying not to show it. When he speaks a few moments later, he sounds very much like he's trying not to care, and failing. ]

Jono Starsmore's been ported out.

[ A long pause; he seems about ( Read more... )

[ Angelo's slumped tiredly on the couch, one arm wrapped around his abdomen. He eyes have a bit of fever-shine to them; he looks miserable and a little... droopy. He's weak enough that his control over his skin is faltering. When he speaks, his voice is weak and a bit hoarse. ]

I don't get sick. Ask anyone. Jubilee in particular, she's seen the vile ( Read more... )

[ The comm clicks on to give the network their first real look at Angelo, in all his grey glory. He's seated in the living room of Jono's apartment, the owner of said location sitting in a chair to the side, just a bit behind Angelo, but he's leaning forward to look at the comm with interest. Aww, boy from the nineties isn't used to such fancy ( Read more... )

[ The only sound for the first few moments after the comm clicks on is static, before a brief silence. The Spanish-accented voice that begins to speak is a young man's, casual but with an edge to it. ]

So.

This whole "me sentient computer, you hero I rudely teleported to an alternate dimension" thing, it's not gonna work for me. I've got places to go ( Read more... )