Ask the Iceman
Bobby Drake. 19. Somehow, whoever's up there dictating how the universe runs thought it'd be funny to make me not only a professor, but a dad as well. Honestly, saving the world was a lot less stress than parenting.
(Marvel independent RP blog, will interact with whoever. could get nsfw, but tags and "read mores" will go up. tracking "robert drake" and "bobby drake")
(RP'er lives in an EST zone, but keeps late hours)
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Post reblogged from Piper Parker: Spidergirl
Bobby stared at his hands. The sun was just beginning to rise, throwing an eerie light over Central Park. Aside from the rare jogger and the occasional bum, he more or less had the area to himself. “Come on” he thought to himself. “It’s like riding a bike. You slid around for six years without any incidents, there’s no way you forgot. It’s all just muscle memory.”
With a deep breath, he took off his shirt and jacket, folding them neatly and stowing them in a nearby tree. He closed his eyes to turn his body into ice, and began inspecting his hands again. Was it his imagination, or had the organic ice turned… Clearer, more crystalline since the Stay? He shook his head, banishing the thought. He couldn’t risk anything that would constitute doubt, Xavier had always taught him that self-doubt was the enemy. Besides, his memory on a lot of things pre-Stay was fuzzy, there was no reason to chalk up this translucency to anything but that.
He experimentally pointed at the ground, freezing the turf beneath his finger. He flicked the finger upwards, sending the slide into the air. He took in a breath and held it, willing his nerves to settle. He backed up about thirty feet, kicked off his shoes, and took a running start, slipping forwards on the ice, and throwing himself into the air. He hadn’t forgotten, and sliding felt as fantastic as ever.
Piper paused at the top of the hill in Central Park, and stared.
She had come here to read and drink hot apple cider and relax, for once, in warm clothes and not spandex vulnerable to the icy wind, no matter what she wore under it. She hadn’t planned on the park being occupied…
Especially by what looked like a boy made of ice, creating MORE ice, standing buck nekkid in he middle of the snow. He didn’t show, persay; but still. She blinked and hesitated. He looked familiar. Where had she seen him before…??
Bobby laughed happily to himself as he indulged in a bit of childish fun. He’d never been a good ice skater growing up, but that was the thing about having the power to manipulate ice: it kind of became a part of you (sometimes literally) after a while. He pirouetted in what he thought was a rather graceful spin, nearly falling flat on his face when he saw a figure on one of the nearby hills.
Right, this is exactly what he’d taken to coming to the park early in the winter to avoid - other people. He looked down, and if ice could blush, well, he would have been, upon realizing that he wasn’t really wearing what could be considered decent. Not sure what the etiquette was in this case; that is, if he should call out or not, he instead just sprinted back to the tree in which he’d stashed his gear, pulling on his clothes but retaining his ice form, before turning back to the girl on the hill.
“Uh… Any chance we could keep this between you and me, then?” -
Post reblogged from Hey there, red.
“Bobby!” Jean exclaimed, smiling up at him. “How’s it goin ice-cube?” Jean teased.
“It’s going” he grinned. ”How’re things, Jean? Don’t bother asking me about my life, I’m sure you can just pick it all out of my head, yeah?”
“Oh, you know I don’t like going through people’s minds unless I really need to!” She laughed a bit pushing her hair out of her face. “But for me I’m just ready to plow through Senior year here at the Institute. How about you?”
He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. ”I mean, life’s life. I’m not really sure where I’m staying right now, things are kind of messed up right now for me.”
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Post reblogged from Mockingbird Flys Awayrobert-drake replied to your post: It’s… Uh. Well, it’s a weird school. Wow, sorry, I’m usually a lot more forthcoming, you just kind of gave me the willies with the whole secrecy thing. I’m a mutant, yeah? It’s a school for people like me.
Oh, well that makes things easier to talk about, if you already know, I guess. Yeah, except Logan’s in charge of it now, I think. I wouldn’t know, I’ve been… Uh… Well, I’ve been away for a while.
Yeah, I know about mutants and Xavier’s. Even though Aaron hasn’t been there. I guess, if we’re being truthful, I can tell you how I really know about it. I used to work for SHIELD. So Logan’s running it now? Oh my. And how’s that going?
He’s, uh, about what you’d expect. Somehow, a guy with a set of claws gets more discipline than a guy who can read your mind, which is kind of a strange concept. Oh, you worked for SHIELD? That explains the job thing, then. Geez.
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Post reblogged from Falling through you.
Charlie was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a long button up shirt that belonged to John. She shuffled up to the mansion and stepped inside, one person in mind. She’d talked it out John and now she just wanted to talk to her Ice man. “Bobby?” she called, though it sounded more like a whimper as she moved about. “Bobby?”
Bobby paused guiltily, mid-snack. There was no rule that he couldn’t be in the kitchen at this hour, not really, but still. He was eating an amount of food that was generally frowned upon, unless the consumer in question was an orphan, a runaway, or some other soul who had been starved for upwards of a week. And that was just a snack.
Still, something in Charlie’s voice caught his ear - that wasn’t accusatory, that wasn’t teasing, that was… She almost sounded broken. ”I’m in the kitchen” he called out quietly. ”What’s up?” -
Link reblogged from Falling through you.
“Hey, I was your Experienced Team Member on duty. You get hurt, it’s on me.” He glanced around, examining the trees that were passing by beneath them. ”Shouldn’t be long… Five minutes?” he guessed.
“It doesn’t matter how…
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Post reblogged from A God Among Insects
Who are you?
See, this is exactly what I mean.
Aaah, stupid conscience.
Hi John. I’m Bobby. What happened to you? Do you remember anything?
I’m not spouse to talk to strangers. How do ya know my name?
I… Uh. Hmm. Well, I know your mom. Yeah, let’s say that.
Then where is shhe? I want to go home
Not right now, buddy. Uh. She sent me to take care of you, yeah? You want ice-cream or something?
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Post reblogged from A God Among Insects
Who are you?
See, this is exactly what I mean.
Aaah, stupid conscience.
Hi John. I’m Bobby. What happened to you? Do you remember anything?
I’m not spouse to talk to strangers. How do ya know my name?
I… Uh. Hmm. Well, I know your mom. Yeah, let’s say that.
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Post reblogged from Hey there, red.
“Bobby!” Jean exclaimed, smiling up at him. “How’s it goin ice-cube?” Jean teased.
“It’s going” he grinned. ”How’re things, Jean? Don’t bother asking me about my life, I’m sure you can just pick it all out of my head, yeah?”
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Post reblogged from A God Among Insects
Who are you?
See, this is exactly what I mean.
Aaah, stupid conscience.
Hi John. I’m Bobby. What happened to you? Do you remember anything?
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Post reblogged from Falling through you.
“Yes.” She agreed and skipped ahead. She smiled and took his hand. “Tell me bout your girlfriend.”
He laughed. ”What do you want to know?”
“What it’s like to have a girlfriend? Is she nice.”
(Dude…she hasn’t been attacked yet o.o)
“What’s it like…” Bobby thought about that for a second, scratching at his chin as he walked. ”It’s… It’s a bit like being on a team. You know that they’re always there, that they’ve got your back, and that they care about you.” He grinned happily. ”Yeah. She’s nice. I’ve been thinking a lot about proposing, actually.”
