Wiley comes a knockin, progressive stupidity

[cotarfomas]

After 10 long hours on a crowded bus, and hundreds of odd looks later, Wiley arrived in upstate N.Y. It would have seemed odd that no one questioned a 3 foot tall Wiley Coyote during his trip, but this was the age of 'Jackass' and 'Punk'd' after all.

Wiley got out of the cab in front of the mansion and paid the cabbie. The tires screached as the cab tore off into the distance. Wiley stood before the mansion, left all alone, and sighed deeply. He slowly approached the front door, paused, and then rang the doorbell, a look of resignation splayed across his face.

Ding-dong

Jamie was still wandering the mansion in search of his new office, and getting more than a little frustrated.

Ding-dong

"Somebody get the door!" He yelled.

Ding-dong

"Oh, for the love of God!" Swore Jamie, now heading for the door.

Ding-dong

"I'm comin! I'm comin!" Answering the door was a job for a butler, not the Dean, thought Jamie. "Don't worry, I got it!" He shouted to no one in paticular. He reached the door, and wrenched it open in one frustrated motion.

In the doorway before him stood a very frightened looking Wiley Coyote.

"Holy krap! It's Wiley Coyote!" Exclaimed Jamie. "This is so freakin cool!"

Wiley's knees made an audible sound as they knocked together.

"Don't worry little buddy, no one is gonna hurt you." Reassured Jamie, sensing his unease.

Wiley held up his sign Really?

"Really. Unless of course you are here to try to sell me some Acme products." Joked Jamie.

Wiley cringed.

"It's okay, it's okay, no anvils here." Said Jamie as comforting as he could while hiding a smirk. "What can I do for you?"

I just want to ask the cute redhead, or the dude who killed that bitch Martha, a few quick questions.

"Really?" Asked Jamie. "That kind'a sounds like it might be fun. If I let you in you won't blow up or anything, will you?"

God, I really hope not Read Wileys sign.

"Well, in that case, c'mon in." Invited Jamie.

"JEAN! WARREN! YOU HAVE COMPANY!" Yelled Jamie as he stifled a laugh.

[Jean Grey]

Don't worry, I've got it!

Jean's office was actually the Sun Room, a corner room with large windows along the east and south walls. It was mid-morning and the sunlight was streaming in, projecting a light and shadow pattern through the half-shut binds and onto the wall.

She sipped the last of her morning coffee as her hair coiled itself loosely on top of her head in bun, held in place by two pencils; that was what the restless side her mind was doing, the part of the mind that caused other people to unconsciously tap their fingers or swivel their chairs. What focused her attention so intensely that Jamie and the doorbell were only half- heard, was sifting through all the weird world news her internet program had captured over the night, weird news that might have a mutant at the root of it. Average humans were edgy enough about mutants and it was best for all concerned that towns weren't plagued by rains of toads by angry mutants... or the destruction of a town by one that just had a really bad day, a la Carrie White.

And while Cerebro could detect mutants, it couldn't tell you if they fine well-adjusted mutants, whose power was the ability to turn fresh water into saltwater and were quite happy living as an accountant... or someone on the verge of snapping like a cheap rubber band and going postal.

JEAN! WARREN! YOU HAVE COMPANY!

Jean sent her mind to Jamie, to pick out the surface thoughts. She raised her eyebrows, it couldn't be real... must be some kind of illusion. She rose and went to the door, "that can't be real." In a flash, she rounded the corner into the foyer, brought up short when she saw the small cartoon character. "Is it was real.... Are you real?" She asked Wiley.

[Havok]

Warren answered the call as well, wandering into the foyer a few moments after Jean. He skidded to a halt when he saw the little robot. "Oh, god, more of these things." he muttered. "Stand back, you two, the last robotic cartoon character I ran into cracked a rib."

[cotarfomas]

(OOC- we can say this stream happened right before or after the danger room stream, seeing as I don't intend Wiley to start a fight or anything.)


she rounded the corner into the foyer, brought up short when she saw the small cartoon character.

Wileys expressive eyes grew even larger, and his pupils were replaced by hearts.

"Is it was real.... Are you real?"

Wiley flipped the sign. The words were now written in red. Yes pretty lady, I'm real

He skidded to a halt when he saw the little robot. "Oh, god, more of these things." he muttered. "Stand back, you two, the last robotic cartoon character I ran into cracked a rib."

Eeep!

Wiley jumped into Jamies arms.

"Oh yeah," Laughed Jamie, "He seems like a real killer to me."

Wiley help up his sign with one hand, the other cradled around Jamies neck Please don't hurt me Sir

"Don't worry." Said Jamie in the most comforting tone he could muster as he bordered on hysterics. He gently placed Wiley back down. "I'll protect you from the bad man."

He's not a bad man. He's my hero

[Havok]

"Your hero?" Warren frowned as the little robot coyote was comforted by Madrox, who was WAY too amused by this whole thing. "Me? What are you talking about?"

He frowned, "And how the hell do you do that thing with that sign?"

[cotarfomas]

Wiley spun his sign Like this Sir.

It spun once again And you ARE my hero. You killed the wicked witch of the Discovery Channel.

[Havok]

Warren laughed, "Well, she had it coming." He sighed and said, "What are you doing here? Arcade send you to blow up or something and kill us all?"

[Jean Grey]

Jean

The corners of Jean's mouth turned up when the construct jumped into Jamie's arms.

"What are you doing here? Arcade send you to blow up or something and kill us all?

"Something that cute?" She shrugged sheepishly at Warren who'd suddenly turned to look at her. "I used to have a Wiley doll."

[Havok]

"You just like him, because he called you pretty." Warren accused Jean. "If he is not here to do some damage, what does he want? I'm pretty sure we are too far east for roadrunners."

[cotarfomas]

Roadrunners?

Flip Eeep!

Wiley jumped into Jean's arms this time.

He once again held out his sign with one arm, although he was noticeably more snug against Jean than Jamie.

I just want to ask you a few questions

Flip And it wasn't Arcade that initiated the Baxter Building attack, it was my Boss

Flip Who is rather perturbed that he didn't get credit for it. You really pissed him off with that whole 'Arcade' thing.

Flip Which brings me to why he sent me on a ten hour bus trip to see you two...

Flip I don't suppose you could tell me where to find this 'Arcade', so that my Boss can off him?

Wiley's pleading eyes were a direct contrast to the macbre request he had just made.

[Havok]

Warren read the flipping sign and he began to laugh. "Oh my GOD! And, people say I am a glory hound! Jean, we blamed the wrong guy and now whoever our little robot builder is. he's pissed because he didn't get the credit." He laughed so hard, that he put his hand to his bruised rib cage, and doubled over in pain, though he laughed through his tears.

[Jean Grey]

Jean

"Yeah, so I heard. A lot of people got hurt there and he wants to make sure he gets the credit."

Jean reached up and started massaging Wiley's long ears between her fingertips. "Wiley, you wouldn't mind telling us who your boss is, would you?" She spoke gazing into his eyes and practically cooing. She felt like Jessica Rabbit come to life.

[cotarfomas]

Machinesmith

Wiley had never felt anything as good as the pretty ladies scratching. The only other things to ever have touched his head had been anvils, and they didn't feel nearly as good.

But while my Boss may be a bit of an ass sometimes, in his defense, he did go out of his way to make sure nobody was killed

He hoped the pretty lady would never stop. He would tell her just about anything at this point, as long as she kept scratching. SHe smelled good too.

[Havok]

"Are you both completely insane?" Warren snapped, "So he didn't kill anyone there, he almost did! If we hadn't been there, who knows what kind of damage this Machinesmith or whatever would have done. I am totally all for sending trouble Arcade's way, but if you expect me to help two violent mad geniuses to get together so they can blow up each other and any innocents who happen their way, you have another think coming."

[cotarfomas]

Nobody got killed, and nobody would have, even if you haden't shown up.

Wileys left leg started banging against the floor involuntarily.

Actually, you guys showing up probably made things worse. Machinesmith saw you guys as an opportunity to further his rep.

Flip

He never had any intention of hurting anyone. He just wanted to redecorate the Baxter Building to make a point