Bloody Luxury (Josh)

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

As Danny boosts his power as far as he can, Josh feels like he's slipping free of his skin. He gasps.

This is really freaky. It feels like he could do anything. He shoots across North America, senses tuned for anything he recognizes. He finds his parents in Miami, and ghosts his prescence past them.

And he finds Warren, who's apparently in San Francisco. Josh lets out a puff of air as he does so. Warren is sitting in a studio on the West Coast taping a show. I shouldn't do this. He does anyway, giving Warren the equivalent of a mental hug and the words <I bet you're doing great!> He reluctantly lets go of the mental connection. Ok. This is seriously amazing. I can extend to the West Coast?

He opens his eyes to look at Danny. "I just gave Warren a hug in San Francisco." He looks disbelievingly over at the other boy. "You have some kind of talent there, guy."

[Tempero]

>>I just gave Warren a hug in San Francisco. You have some kind of talent there, guy.

Danny smiles at this. <Nothing special, really. I can't do...AGHHH> he tries sending a message but then receives a huge migraine. Damn it, I overdid it again! he thinks as both links with Josh are suddenly broken, and Danny falls to the ground on his side, gripping his head. Josh, of course, doesn't get any consequences. If he was somewhere beyond his normal reach while the links were broken, he would just have been returned to the edge of it.

Danny, on the other hand, is suffering the greatest migraine yet, and he is not liking it one bit. He tries saying something, but no words come out, just a strange chortle. He starts rolling slowly, by reflex, and the situation gets only worse. He falls into the pool, his arms automatically starting to flail around by reflex.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Josh keeps his senses in San Francisco, trying to hear what's going on in the tv studio. He smiles at what he's hearing - despite the fact that Warren's semi-launched into a couple mutant rights speeches in his presence, they seem different when aimed at him. More sincere, maybe, if that's possible - it's obvious he believes in what he speaks for.

Suddenly, his senses rapidly diminish, kind of like that time when he was training with Rogue in the Danger Room and a shock wave tossed him into contact with her bare skin. He had been talking with Kitty at the time, who was on the other side of a barrier - she had said his mind had abruptly "vanished" as if someone had clapped a hand over his mouth. Suddenly, he's straining without avail at pushing his power back out, and is only reaching as far as a field somewhere in the Westchester area. Huh?

He opens his eyes and Danny is thrashing around in the pool. "Oh, god." Josh reaches out and yanks him free of the water, gliding him over onto a lounge chair. He quickly gets up and steps over.

"Are you ok? I hope I didn't do anything wrong." Josh looks over Danny anxiously.

[Tempero]

As he is laid onto the lounge chair, Danny's migraine sustains, and finally disappears. He is still panting for the next few seconds, trying to get some breath in and out before replying to Josh. Finally, he is able to talk.

"Oh it's...nothing. Don't...worry...it's just that I...overdid it..." he says, taking small brakes, still partially out of breath. As he regains his composition, he smiles, and starts to stand up, but falls back down on the chair. "Must've used more than I thought I did. But never mind that, are you OK? I didn't do anything to you by braking the links, did I?" his eyes are filled with concern, and it is obvious from his tone of voice that he is more concerned about Josh than about himself.

After a while, he chuckles. "You saved my life, man. I owe you a huge favor." he says, looking at Josh with allot more fondness than before, if that is even possible.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

"No, I'm fine. I was just kind of exploring the boundaries of my enhanced telepathy - which I don't think I actually came to, by the way. You're like some kind of mutant energy drink...." Josh kneels by the lounge chair.

>"You saved my life, man. I owe you a huge favor."

"Naw. I mean, what are friends for?" Josh looks over. "Do you need me to get Dr. McCoy or anything? If you want, I can teek you to the med lab."

[Tempero]

>>Do you need me to get Dr. McCoy or anything? If you want, I can teek you to the med lab.

For a brief moment, utter terror fills Danny's eyes, but then he regains his usual warmth. "Uh...no, there's no need for that." he says, a bit too rash, but then relaxes completely. "Hey, listen, if you ever need a favor or anything, just tell me, OK?" he says, covering up for his lapse a few minutes ago.

"I think I'm feeling allot better now. Perhaps I can stand up..." and with that, he tries to do as said, but fails, slouching back into a semi-sitting position on the chair. He laughs. "I guess I'll need some more time to rest, huh?" he says conversationally, looking Josh in the eyes. "If you want, we can do this again tomorrow. I'm always around here at night. And during the day, you'll find me on the grounds or the main hall." he suggests, not really saying why he rarely (almost never), goes anywhere else in the house. The main hall is the only place that's spacious enough for him not to feel uncomfortable. I hate claustrophobia! he thinks, mad at himself more than at the ones responsible for him getting it.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

>If you want, we can do this again tomorrow. I'm always around here at night. And during the day, you'll find me on the grounds or the main hall."

Does he not go to his room? Josh thinks back a second. He did say something about not being able to stay in his room. Hmm.

"Sure. I'd like that, sometime. Well, if you're sure you're okay, I should get to bed. My head is feeling a little better now, so maybe I'll be able to fall asleep." Josh draws his cup, which is sitting next to the pool, to his hand, and gets up. He dusts himself off. "See you later. Have a good night!" He nods and turns, walking back toward the kitchen.

[Tempero]

"Yeah, I'm fine. See you later then, and yeah, good night to you too." Danny says, and then lays back in the chair. At least he has allot of time to relax and rest. Although, he will need some clothes to put on, since it gets rather cold deep in the night, around 4 or 5am, just before the sun comes up.

Another sleepless night for me, then. he thinks reluctantly, and closes his eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down and maybe fall asleep. It doesn't work. Finally, he decides to just let it go. It must be something related to his power then, right?

As he watches Josh walk away, a familiar feeling comes to him. oh no... he thinks, and after that, the darkness seems to envelop him, and he falls into a deep state of depression, and most of all, loneliness. "NO!" he shouts, probably loud enough for Josh to hear, but he doesn't care.

You are all alone on this world, and no one could care less about you if they tried. You are nothing but scum, uninteresting, undeserving of anyone's attention.

An evil voice keeps talking to him, and he starts shouting. "NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU'RE LYING!" but his shouts are not nearly as loud as they should be. Josh probably hears them, though, but no one else, because Danny's voice seems to be distant, quiet, as if muffled by a rag, or pillow. He crawls into his previous position, his arms hugging his bent knees, his head buried deep in the gap that his arms and knees create between themselves and his torso.