Code Name: Warpath<br/>Real Name: James Proudstar<br/>Location: The War-Room, Sub-basement, Xavier mansion<br/>Date/Time:  Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 10:00 AM<br/>Tagging: Storm, Cable, Domino, and Shatterstar<br/>Content: Anything goes<br/>Wearing   (https://www.figurerealm.com/userimages/customs/59500/59157-1.jpg)<br/><br/>James had gotten up early, the habit of a lifetime. The East Coast in general had far too many buildings and people, but the Xavier mansion had a lot of wide open spaces, like back home. He’d gotten up, gone for a run and swum in the lake. Coming back to his room to clean up and get dressed, he’d found Storm’s note.<br/><br/>Warpath pulled on his costume. He tended to wear that in general, and Storm’s summons sounded like a formal occasion. Besides, at his height and weight, clothes were hard to come by. He checked the sheaths and settled his dual vibranium Bowie knives at the small of his back.<br/><br/>He stalked down the hall to the War Room. Cable had taught him to appreciate the advantages of technology, but he still thought people relied on it too much. He entered and slowly took in the room, the high-tech equipment and monitors. He finally let his eyes rest on Storm and nodded once, slowly.<br/><br/>A lot of people were nervous around Indians, and the “strong silent” stereotype often made it worse. After finishing his survey of the room, he moved to the wall about ninety degrees from the door, crossed his arms across his massive chest, and leaned back against the wall. She’d been there when John died. Damn if he was going to make small talk after being sent for. He’d let Cable handle the talking.