<div class="floatleft">(https://keyassets-p2.timeincuk.net/wp/prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/30/2009/07/00000b3b8-Freddie_Stroma.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Warren "Archangel" Worthington III<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The New Xaviers School For the Gifted, New York City, Central Park<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Stepping across time<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty, Colossus, Gambit, Monica<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A very shredded shit that was part of a three piece suit<br/><br/>"Or you need to get them out in the middle of nowhere.  The desert.  An island.  Some mountain peak.  Any place away from the hydroelectric grid."  Warren shook his head.  "I wouldn't want to take somebody like that on in the middle of Time Square.  No unless there was a power failure."  He paused for a moment, considering.  "Could you overload them, maybe?  Pump so much energy into them that they overload?"  Warren was capable of changing from flirtatious to analytical as easily as he went from flirtatious to depressed.<br/><br/>His wings, of course, wanted to know what would happen if they were cut into a number of small bloody chunks.  They were less interested in ways to shut down the healing power than they were in inflicting more damage than the clone could easily heal, available energy source or not.<br/><br/>He started when the lights came on, his wings snapping out in reaction to the new stimulus.  They settled back down after a moment but didn't fold completely away.  They looked like the stubby wings of a Valentine's card cherub, rather than the magnificent wings of the Angel of Death.<br/><br/>"Speaking of power, let their be light.  Of course now the whole world knows that we're here, so we should get ready for visitors.  Kitty?  Where did we leave the good china?"<br/>