<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/aa/XMenAvatarCyclops01.jpg)</div>Code Name: Cyclops<br/>Real Name: Scott Summers<br/>Location: The War Room<br/>Date/Time: Monday, September 7th 2015, 10:20am<br/>Tagging: Cable, Storm, Rogue, Jean Grey, Wolverine (and whoever else shows up)<br/>Content: Anything Goes<br/>Wearing: Costume<br/><br/>After seeing Warpath in the hallway, Cyclops paused for a heartbeat as he entered the room. Jean, of course, was here. He pushed past his momentary hesitation and found a seat somewhere that neither she nor Logan were in his line of sight. Seeing Jean hurt too much right now, and Logan would no doubt make some comment or gesture to rile Cyclops. Today, he might succeed well enough to earn his healing factor a serious workout, and Cyclops knew that wouldn’t help anything.<br/><br/>“Storm,” he nodded as he took his seat. She had gotten the alert on this one, so she was in charge. That was fine by him. He settled back in his seat, arms folded across his chest. He nodded briefly to Rogue, and lingered a moment longer on Cable. His son? That concept still rattled him and brought up a host of feelings. After growing up an orphan, he’d always sworn he’d be there for his kids if he had any, and then he lost Nathan, through no fault of his own. But knowing that didn’t help. At least he’d somewhat managed to be there for his early years, although “early” was relative, since those years technically hadn’t happened yet. Time travel made his head hurt. He leaned back and waited for Storm’s briefing, trying to push his various personal issues aside for now to focus on the job at hand.