#THREADS. [ Rock you like a Hurricane. - Mardon ]

[survivoirs]

Mardon was half way inside the doorway to Winn's room. Hand gripping the doorjam was white-knuckled. He'd initially not followed Winn completely inside out of --- respect of privacy or some shit --- but the way the man was starting to worry him had Mark's panic ebbing up on him. Dammit, this is what you get for starting to care about people, Mark. As it was, hail, had started striking down on the roof softly, only to start growing in intensity despite it being the middle of summer. If he wasn't careful and got his own powers better under control he was going to alert certain heroes he did not want around right now. Not when Winn clearly needed him help. He wasn't going to run from this, not this time. Not yet.

Eyes flickered to the clear sparks of electricity that crackled before Winn had shoved his hands into his pockets. Mark's breath hitched. He's a meta. -- he's like me. This realization, at any other time, would have filled Mark with an immense wave of relief. Of common understanding. Of similar struggles. Right now, it was an unpredictable new bit of information that could make things turn messy. Real fast. He knew better than most metas how dangerous losing control of certain powers could be. For themselves and for those around them. His abilities were rather volatile when out of control.

"You can call me an asshole if you want -- but I am not going to leave you alone right now, Winn. Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on," Mardon growled. Stop being an asshole, Mark. He bit back his usual prickliness as best as he could and stepped forward as Winn stepped back. "Generally I'd make a flirty comment about knowing there was a spark between us but this isn't exactly how I imagined seeing your bedroom for the first time," he joked dryly, trying to work through Winn's likely growing anxiety about --- ?

"Who is he?" Mardon asked quickly. "You got crazy ex or something I have competition with?" Further questioning, more attempts of dry humor to help lighten Winn's mood all while prying as he watched Winn's face. "Let's start with this," he said softer, hand laying over Winn's inside his pocket. This is so not how he'd been expecting their night to end. "You're not -- going to hurt me..." Not anymore than he'd hurt himself with his own powers. The Lichtenberg fractal scarring up one of the arms under his jacket was a big reminder of how painful not controlling his own powers could turn out. "How can I help? What do you need right now?"

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"Please just leave me alone," Winn spoke, looking up at the other. Hands shoved in his pockets as he tried to control his powers, stop himself from drawing more power to himself. He couldn't help himself, he looked at the letter that was sitting open on his bed. His father had found him, his father who he left 10 years ago had found him and told him that he was going to come back for him. He shook his head, taking a step back. "You don't, you don't want to be here when he shows up."

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@w3atherwitch​​

["Look, I'm not tryin' to win father of the year here. I'm just letting you know you've got a tail."]

"Not even close to being a contender," she mutters before the second part of what he said hits her.

"I-I knew that," Lies, but whatever. "You really think I'd really get my staff out now, in public? It's not exactly a subtle weapon,"

She tilts her chin up, stubborn. "Besides, I'm so curious...why the hell do you care?"

There was a good chance interacting with his kid would always be some sort of awkward. In truth Mark himself was a bit awkward in his own way so it was no surprise that he had a hard time trying to navigate how to even talk to Joss and that was a factor even before the estrangement came into play.

If Mardon could tell she was lying about being aware of the tail, which wasn’t that hard to tell by her initial stumble in her words, he didn’t mention it. 

“Hmm. No. But I figured my kid would know how to lose a tail by now, I had to learn a hell of a lot younger than you are now.” It was meant to sound like a joke but had likely come off more like a judgement. Mark glanced away, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket as he tried to figure out how to answer the bit about his reasoning for telling her.  

"Why the third degree? Can’t a guy give his kid a headsup?” He replied gruffly. 

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OPEN: mark mardon aka weather wizard

Mardon had had the decency to just pick the lock and not smash it or any windows at least. That left signs of a break in to outside eyes too much anyways. Making his way into the kitchen, Mark turned on the smallest light he could just so he could see what he was looking for. It had started to rain outside now and he took a slow breath, just finding the sound calming for a moment before he rummaged to find a clean dish towel to replace the bloodied one he was holding against his right side. The old one was tossed into the sink before he pressed the fresh linen against the wound. Hearing a sound behind him, the rogue turned quickly.

“  — shit …” Green eyes stared for a moment before he rose a finger to his lips in a hushing motion. “Don’t freak out. I’m not here to rob you -- or hurt you,” he added quickly, his deep voice getting more gravely at the low level. “I’ll be outta your hair before you know it--just don’t think about getting any stupid ideas...”

[survivoirs]

@w3atherwitch​ sent ❝ What the hell were you thinking?! ❞

Send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking?! ❞ for my muse’s reaction to your muse risking their own life to save my muse. Alternatively, send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking? ❞ REVERSE for my muse to react to saving your muse’s life. 

Deadbeat dad or not, most fathers would not react well to their kid literally getting in the line of gunfire for them. It probably went against some innate biological paternal instinct that some animals just felt. Yet Joss was there. Joss was taking a hold of a rather worn out Mark who’d been overexerting himself, causing issues all over town, feeling rather god like, an unfortunate habit of his when he was experiencing a manic episode. With a crack of lightning they were gone. He’d seen Joss teleport this way once before and still didn’t know how it worked. Any other time he would have loved to ask her, to see if he could figure it out with his own abilities. He’d barely understood what had happened for a moment, hands patting at his chest where he’d expected to feel riddled with bullets. Looking up, Mark realized what had happened. Who had saved him. Oddly, he seemed rather more irritable than usual. 

“What the hell were you thinking, Joslyn?!” Mardon said a bit loudly, full naming her. “You could have gotten yourself KILLED,” his voice boomed a little louder, and he was speaking a bit faster than was usual for him. The clouds were darkening and it started to sprinkle above them. “I was handling it. I was just getting amped up,” he said through grit teeth, eyes actually lightning up for a couple seconds before fading back to normal to reveal dark circles under his eyes, like he’d not been sleeping much. Yet he did seem amped up despite that. Mark took a breath when he realized how tense he was getting, letting his fists furl and unfurl at his sides. Fuck. He wanted so badly to fix things with Joss, not scare her or piss her off. He pulled the crossbody strap of his duffel bag off and let it fall to the ground with a soft thump. Hands rose to rub at his face in frustration. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t -- I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he huffed. “But you could have -- I won’t have you getting killed because of me, kid.”

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"Wait -- what?" Mark huffed, brow furrowing in frustration. Maybe even with a bit of a hurt ego. He knew with his powers there was a whole lot he could do. He was fairly clever too, if a bit volatile. There was no way this woman went out of her way to find him only to feel like he wouldn't be an asset for -- whatever it was. He rounded on her, not in a threatening manner, it was more attune to a car salesman falling for a buyers bluff of walking away and coming in to sweeten the deal more in order to make a sale. Hands raised a bit in a 'woah wait a minute' sort of gesture. "We know damn well you didn't come down here to just hear me say 'no'. Like you said, predictable, incredibly boring -- or whatever," he gestured with a spin of his hand. "You came here because you thought I'd be useful. And you're right."

She resisted rolling her eyes, but only just. However she made no effort to hide the fact that she was not at all impressed. "You know predictability is incredibly boring, don't you?" Not that she actually expected an answer. She gave a little wave, dismissing his comment. "And don't flatter yourself, you're not even on the list of people I would ask."