<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>It wasn't her first comment that made him laugh, it was her last.  "'Spread your wings, Angel'.  How many times did you say<em>that</em>when you were still a man?  Had any chance to say it before this, now that you're a woman?"<br/><br/>Even so, he complied, spreading his wings wide, so wide that the feathers began to separate along the trailing edge.  He raised them his over his head so they almost formed a full circle.  "Just call me the great, shiny peacock of death," he said, without a trace of pride or shame.  "Tail feather, I realize but you get the idea.  Either way it makes one hell of a display."