<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/XMenAvatarBanshee01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Banshee<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Sean Cassidy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: War Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/messiahsjedi/Marvel%20Comics%20Universe/Marvel%20Universe%20X-Men/207172-132052-banshee_super.gif</div></div><hr/><br/><br/><em>Greeting another mutant.</em>Of all X-Men duties not immediately risking life, this was his least favorite task.  Hell, maybe even including the life-risking ones.  It was invariably awkward for him, and he didn't feel he really brought much to the table.  As a welcoming committee, Sean lacked the charm to persuade someone to join, and as a show of force...he was grateful for his powers.  He'd accomplished a lot with them, and there were definitely less-capable mutants.  With the right preparation, he'd held his own against some of the most formidable mutants around, but there was almost nothing inspiring or intimidating about seeing him demonstrate his powers.  His flight was clumsy and his scream unpleasant.  He knew that, and that realization had him less than eager to jump into gear.<br/><br/>Additionally, he was thinking about Rogue, who was likely thinking about Gambit, so he was thinking about Gambit as well.  Seeing her at the pool had reminded him why he wouldn't be abandoning their friendship any time soon.  Sean knew that Remy knew of his less than pure thoughts regarding their common acquaintance, but it certainly wasn't as though Gambit were a saint, either.  At least Sean could stay focused for more than a day.<br/><br/>He realized that he was moving slowly and begin changing in haste, noting with some irritation that his uniform was a bit more snug than normal.  He'd need to spend more time in the Danger Room, or at least the gym.<br/><br/>He walked into the War Room quietly, nodding to Storm as he stood along the back wall so as not to interfere too much with the brief she'd already begun.