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In The Skies Above Fandom, Saturday Afternoon

All Warren had wanted to do was get out and stretch his wings. Was that really so much to ask?

Apparently. Because out of nowhere, Warren came to the brilliant realization that he wasn't the only out up there, today. He wouldn't have minded coming to that realization so much, except for how he'd run smack-dab into some kind of flying turtle thing within about thirty seconds of leaping off of the roof.

After making his way back up to the roof, a little disgruntled after finding himself in the lobby, he tried again, actually looking before flinging himself into the sky. This would have gone so much more smoothly if, halfway along his usual circuit around the island, anther turtle thing had shown up, this one looking significantly more nerdy than the first and riding on a happy looking cloud, and started flinging spiked projectiles at him.

"Okay, this was not what I had in mind, today!"

Served him right for not listening to the radio this morning, really.

[Open sky is open! Of course!]

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"Really?" the guy in the flying suit of armor asked helpfully. "They were around yesterday too.."

Oh, hey. It was Warren's friend in the citrus-colored armor.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't. I had homework to do." He banked sharply to the left, watching another red spiny thing fall to the ground, uncurl, and then start marching casually along. Weird. "Economics is one of those things that can eat your entire day, if you're not careful, you know."

HEY! RED WAS... CLASSY.

Tony did the best he could and shot at one of the nearest little mushroom things with a parachute and shot it with his gauntlet. It only caused the thing to move vaguely to the left. Of course.

"If you step on their heads, they go away," Tony informed him. WHICH IS THE CASE WITH A LOT OF THINGS. WEIRDO.

Yeah, Warren would probably take off pretty quickly if somebody started stepping on his head, too.

"Seriously? Just step on them? And that's somehow more effective than whatever you just did to that... that mushroom, there?"

Well, it was worth a shot, anyhow. Warren veered again to avoid another projectile spike-turtle, and then flapped like heck to try to get some altitude on the one that was throwing them. He went into a free-fall drop at the Lakitu's head, feet-first, and then promptly jerked in mid-air, cried out as electricity coursed through his body, and vanished.

Three minutes later, he came winging back, looking a little more grumpy than before.

"Didn't work," he reported.

"...that was a new one," Tony admitted. "It worked on the turtles and mushroom things on the ground!"

"So you haven't actually tried it, up in the air?"

He'd nearly flown into the lobby door, Tony. It would have sucked.

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"That was the experiment for the day." A beat. "And now we know it doesn't work on the ones in the sky.

They were soooo screwed.

"Great." Warren stooped into a dive as a freaking mushroom decided to take chase. "Next time you want to use me as a guinea pig, would you at least be nice enough to let me know that, first? I might feel the need to," he swerved to the right, and then tried to climb, hoping that the mushroom couldn't manoeuvre as well as him, "pull on a crash helmet or something."

Tony was nice and shot at the mushroom thing to force it away from near Warren. His aim was so much better now!

...because of targeting systems.

"It stood to reason, it would work in the sky as well!" Tony insisted.

"I don't think any of this has anything to do with reason," Warren insisted, though he did give an appreciative nod to the guy in the suit. The blast had given him a bit more of a head start, at least. "Unless you're from some place where mushrooms and turtles usually take to the sky?"

Said the human who was flying. Yep.

Tony glanced around, exaggerating the gesture for a moment. "No, this is pretty new to me. You?"

"Really, the weirdest thing that I've ever seen flying around back home was me."

Didn't that say a lot?

"The last time I checked, mushrooms were just one of the weirder toppings to put on a pizza."

"And didn't have mouths," Tony added, hovering nearby. "I guess this makes up for not remembering any of last week's strangeness."

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In spite of all of the laws of physics working against him, Warren fell into something not unlike a hover with a few well-timed flaps of his wings, letting the mushroom zip on past him, directly into an incoming spiny-ball thing.

"Whatever that was got you, too?" Flap. Flap. "I can remember bits and pieces, but mostly it's pretty useless stuff. I know how Ben Skywalker would look like if someone glued a ferret to his face."

"...I remember that ferret too!" Oh thank god someone else did. He was starting to get concerned. "And something about a yacht...."

"Body shots!" Oh, the things that could sometimes be heard being yelled down from the skies of Fandom, right? "I mean, uh... the yacht. And body shots. Had something to do with one another."

Nice save, Warren.

Yep.

Tony stared for a moment. "Body shots," he repeated. "This would be so much easier if--"

Whoops, dodging a mushroom with wings!

"--radio made any sense at all about that weekend."

"I think radio that weekend's radio broadcasts were the kind that made way more sense if you were listening to them at the time. Monday's was just..."

Actually, Monday as a whole was pretty fuzzy, for Warren. He knew he was back to normal, and that he'd woken up with Karla, and beyond that, it had seemed like a very only-half-there kind of day.

"Everything about it was just weird."

"Probably, Tony admitted. "I'm not sure I want to think about being old and apparently flirting with everyone."

Warren offered Tony a sympathetic little smile.

"I don't really have much right to complain, I guess. I mean, I think I was nearly forty, but I sure didn't look like it."

Oh, those wacky healing factors and the messed-up movie continuity that led to them.

Warren folded his wings and dropped line a stone several feet before catching himself, so that a somewhat oblivious turtle thing could flutter on by.

Damn mutants!

"Nice move." That wasn't a come on at all. Seriously.

"It probably looks way more impressive than it really was," Warren decided, actually laughing a little.

How was the sudden flaring of a sixteen-foot feathered wingspan anything but impressive, right?

"But if it worked once, it might come in handy again sometime. Maybe for stomping on the ones on the ground, for example."

The ones that wouldn't flash-fry him and ship him back to the lobby.

Tony cocked his head to the side, giving that some thought. "That might be the safest way to get rid of some of these things," he said after a moment. "Park?"

"Park." Because Warren was too stubborn to give in and head back to the dorms, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was just a little outclassed, trying to take on the weird creatures who were up there in the sky with them.

Besides, he kind of wanted to see if the turtle things were terrorizing the flamingos. Damn flamingos.

Why did he hate those poor, innocent flamingos so much? They just wanted love too!

"Awesome!" Tony cleared his throat. "It'll be good practice."

Yes. That.

There were evil. Evil creatures. When given a choice between Koopas and flamingos, the snapping turtles had a slightly higher rating, in Warren's book.

"Practice, huh?" Warren shot Tony a grin before banking sideways and starting off toward the park. "How long have you been doing stuff like this, anyhow?"

Stop hating the pink, Warren! Stop hating it!

"A month or two," he admitted. "But I've been training!"

Hey! The pink had started it! They were violent beasts! Honest!

"Huh. I guess that's not so bad." Even Warren was capable of showing a bit of understanding, sometimes. "I've only been doing stuff like this for... maybe a year. I never was much of a fighter, really."

He was working on that. Around here, after meeting so many other mutants, he felt kind of obligated to.

They tended to do that to people...

"Me neither, but the suit helps," Tony replied before shooting up above the bulk of the creatures in the sky.

Showoff.

"Some of us don't look as good in a brightly painted tin can," Warren called up after him, zigzagging down below as another Lakitu decided to start dropping things down at him. "And rocket boots would wreak havoc on my plumage."

Tony laughed at that, heading for the park to stomp on things. "And there's nothing worse than frazzled plumage."

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