you know that thing you do with your face....

[codenamepyro]

One thing that Pyro seriously hated about these army boys was their tendency to take everything so literal. Or that stick-up-the-ass routine that was definitely sucking the life out of things. Four months. Four sticking, sucky months and not once had he seen anyone actually loosen up

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[captaine_sykes]

Today is not the day to be crossing paths with Ethan. He normally considers himself to be a level headed, calm individual but right now he is on the verge of punching something. The soldiers allocated to his camp have been swapped with the minimal amunt of fuss and notices up about the team being required to attend a physical in about two hours time but that doesn't make Ethan any less stressed.

He's got to go see the General shortly and explain what has happened and what he is doing about it. Not to mention try to work out what the hell he is going to do about all the implications and paperwork. So it is of no real surprise that when Ethan catches sight of St John attitude extraordinaire Allerdyce and barely contains the sigh as he draws level with the young soldier.

"Allderyce." There's nothing more than that but it pretty much says everything from, 'You had better be here with good news' and 'none of your attitude today thank you.'

[codenamepyro]

What Sykes got was the sloppiest salute -without a middle finger involved, that the army had ever seen. "S'up, Captain." St John rarely reads into other people's body language enough to gauge the cues of their moods. Not because he can't, just because he doesn't care.

His mood is at least a tad better; save for the still tingling nerves on his hands and the slight power exhaustion that he was dealing with. Not that it really has much effect on anything. "Who pissed in your cereal while I was away?"

Just because he doesn't care for body language cues doesn't mean St John can't read a scowl when he sees one.

[captaine_sykes]

Ethan is wishing his power was the ability to kill with just the power of one look, it would solve so many problems for him. Like Allerdyce for instance. The muscles in his jaw twitch, first at the less than perfect salute - at least this time Ethan wasn't just told to Fuck Off - and he had at least used Captain... once.

"It's who pissed in your cereal whilst I was away Sir or Captain to you Allerdyce." The tone is terse and very much to the point. He doesn't really want to go explaining the entire situation to Allerdyce either but he wasn't informed that his ex-team woul be joining them here so it's the least Ethan can do. "We've been joined by your assocaites from Russia - Richter is currently in Med Bay and I'm dealing with some other issues. You can return yourself to your room, which you now share with Wilson and unpack, I don't expect you to join the team for the physical but I do expect to see you there at dinner soldier."

[codenamepyro]

Wow. St John is pretty sure that if ever tried to write someone like Ethan, he'd bash his head against a wall within the first hour. The man has absolutely no personality. "Sir, of course sir, I'll get on that, sir and make sure, sir that the whatever is whatevered. Sir."

He knows for a fact that he's just being a little shit, it's partially why he does it, because it annoys Sykes just enough that Pyro can actually see something resembling emotion there. Although this whole 'now you've got a room mate and everyone is here and it's time to welcome the drama' thing is a pain in the ass.

"Sucks to be you right about now." And really it does, because although John now has Wade Wilson -so help him God- as a room mate in a shitty little two bedroom hole, Sykes now has to deal with the chaos that follows this group of mutants around.

"Um, question," and because St John would actually like a response to this, "Captain. Out of the 'associates' that've arrived," and there's really no good way to word this, "are any of them blue?"

[hunteroffreaks]

He really shouldn't have been that surprised when he saw an all too familiar face of Pyro, still full of snark and attitude making its way through the dorms. Jack had just finished hauling the last of his effects into his room. He was so very thankful to have a room to himself once more. If he had to put up with any more of Roy's bullshit, he was going to murder that boy in his sleep.

At first, there was nothing but shock on his face at seeing the mutant that he had tried to kill only a few short months ago. Then amusement crossed his features, ending in a small smirk resting on his lips. "Well, I'll be damned." It seemed God had a sense of humor. He was giving the mutant hunter a second chance at making sure this little shit was wiped off the face of the earth.

[codenamepyro]

Hearing the voice, Pyro carefully palmed the lighter in his pocket, stopping to face Jack. "Wow, dude, you're still breathing?" It would've been good if Hendley had fallen off a cliff, or got lost in the snow, or gotten eaten by a mountain lion. But St John didn't think he was that kind of lucky.

Sometimes, bad things just stuck around.

"Would've thought old age had gotten to you by now. God, you must have some kind of battery pack or something, old man."

[hunteroffreaks]

Jack took Pyro's verbal barbs in stride. The kid hadn't changed a bit, which was just fine by Jack. The difference between the way Jack interacted with the various mutants that made up the camp was how much respect they had earned from him. Hope, he respected because of her level-headed attitude and lack of hate. Atticus and Victor, because of the fact they had proven to him the hard way they still wanted to live time and again.

But Pyro, Jack neither respected or feared. The only reason he was still alive was through the lucky accident of Evan's death. The feeling of knowing that such an occurrence wouldn't happen again, should he choose to end the mutant's life gave Jack a sense of superiority. Hence, he stood there looking like a large cat staring at a canary in a tiny cage. "I missed you too, asshole. Is this the part where we're supposed to hug?"

[codenamepyro]

Considering the only sort of interaction Pyro was even getting was with Captain Sykes -who was a condescending asshole, and the crazy chick from the garage that only stopped by to throw something at his head and declare it meal time when it really fucking wasn't, well, Pyro almost missed Jack.

In that I-would-really-like-to-set-him-on-fire kind of way.

"I'm rather have a cat claw out my eyes and snack on my face." He said it with something resembling a smile, although St John was well aware that Jack would sooner stab him than pretend to even like him -or tolerate him for that matter. "Murdered anyone in their sleep lately?"