Winner at a Losing Game

[Beau LaRoux]

The snow was finally melting, and with it came preseason training. Technically it was more time for spring sports as opposed to football, though you couldn't really tell with the weather. That didn't stop Beau from heading out to train though: he was almost desperate for some more "normal" training. It was a lot better tackling a dummy for the game than the mutant training that seemed to take up most of Beau's time these days.

So he'd signed up for some spring training, and had been told he'd be paired off with a younger guy to help train. It was supposed to be a sort of mentoring thing: at least, that was Beau's understanding of the situation. He certainly didn't mind, though he hadn't met up with the guy they'd paired him with. Beau just figured he was knew or something, or maybe he hadn't noticed.

There only seemed to be one other person on the field who wasn't already paired up, so Beau figured he might as well make his guess: "You wouldn't happen ta be Regan Robins, would ya?" he asked, smiling. "'cuz I'm supposed to be workin' with a Regan, an' you kinda look like one." And if not, hey, at least Beau would get to meet someone new, right?

[Regan and Cole Robins]

When Regan had signed up for football, he'd been more or less expecting to get playing. So he'd showed up, and he'd been told that instead of getting into team training and putting in some serious time, instead - since he was younger and less experienced, and there wasn't much of a junior team at the moment - he'd be spending his preseason training getting "mentored".

Great.

Regan kicked at the grass as he approached the pitch, noting that either he was late or everyone else was early, because 99% of the people here were paired off. And, to boot, he was the youngest. It was obvious. Goddamnit, Regan, what are you doing here?

Didn't take long, though, for his supposed "mentor" to come over. Probably because Regan stuck out like a sore thumb. He sighed and nodded, trying not to sound too irritable and failing miserably. "Yeah, that's me. I look like a Regan, huh? Guess that means I look like a little kid next to the rest of you all here..."

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OOC Notes:

[Beau LaRoux]

Well, the guy didn't look all that thrilled about the whole mentoring thing. Beau raised his brow at that. The guy looked like he could handle being an athlete: had the sort of build and gait that more or less spoke to athleticism and all. Beau supposed it probably had something to do with his being young.

"Nah, you jus' look more like a Regan," Beau drawled, taking a few more steps closer and nodding. He'd have to be a little careful, as he didn't want to pick up the power and have it backfire on him or anything like that. At least he was in fairly decent control, unless the power was one of those truly unique sorts. "An' you ain't that much smaller than me," he pointed out, pointing at himself. Beau didn't exactly have the best football player build, since he only had five and a half feet to his name, just a bit above his fiance, and a bit less than most of the people around them wearing pads.

"Jus' means that you can run around the others or mebbe kick or somethin'," Beau offered, adding a shrug. He extended his hand, taking a few steps closer, still keeping some attention on his own tingling sensations just in case something kicked in. "Name's Beau: Beau LaRoux."

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan was trying to stay bitter, just for the sake of being bitter, but dammit this guy seemed actually kind of nice. And Regan wasn't as much of an asshole as he liked to pretend he was. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud necessarily.

Apparently Regan looked like a Regan. This particular Regan who looked like a Regan had no idea whether that was supposed to be good or bad, but he decided not to ask. He was trying to be nice, this guy. Regan could have done worse in a mentor, anyway - he was roughly a similar size (oh hey, look, he was pointing that out himself. How nice). Regan didn't feel quite so scrawny and small anymore. That was a good thing.

The grumbly exterior crumbled just a little as the guy introduced himself. "Beau?" Regan repeated. "Well, shit. I kinda wish I was gay so I could make some joke like 'hey beautiful' when I saw you. Hell, I could still do that. Might."

He looked around. "So... how'd you get hooked up with this whole mentoring thing? And what's your power? Do you have one?"

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OOC Notes:

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau chuckled a bit at the comment. It was the sort of lame that he could at least chuckle at, and it was at least a semi-original look at his name. He got enough cracks about having the very Southern name as it was.

"Well, wouldn't be the first time someone's joked 'bout it," He said. "You oughta here what it's short for."

When Regan looked around, Beau followed suit, at least for a few seconds. The questions had him focusing back on Regan, figuring that he should be giving his full attention while they were talking and all. Guy definitely had a lot of questions, but that beat the sort of mopey look he'd had earlier.

"Volunteered for it," he said, nodding. "Been somethin' I've been thinkin' 'bout doin' an' done a few times afore. Helps me remember the skills too," he tapped his forehead, then crossed his arms, considering. "Now, that other question: I pick up other people's powers whenever they get close. So right now," Beau nodded, "I reckon that my power's whatever your power is. So there's that answer," he grinned and shifted again. He caught some movement out of the corner of his eye: others moving around to train and all, but nothing they needed to worry about at the moment. Had to get to know each other a bit before they got into the "fun" part.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan was feeling more and more relaxed as this Beau guy kept talking. He had a southern drawl to him that was equal parts annoying and endearing. Seemed like a nice enough guy, all told. And the joke hadn't turned him off mentoring Regan, which was a plus.

He smirked a little. "What it's short for, eh? Now I'm very interested. Mine isn't short for anything and doesn't really shorten down to anything, although I had an ex that liked to call me ReRe. It was pretty terrible."

He listened attentively as Beau began to talk about his power, and frowned. While under normal circumstances he figured it would make perfect sense, right now all he could think about was his own 'power'. "So, hang on," he said. "You copy other people's powers, but my power is-- well, it isn't really MY power, I share it with my twin brother. And it isn't even really a power. It just sucks." He sighed. "Whatever happens to one of us happens to the other. If I cut my hair, Cole's changes to look the same. I cut myself, he has the same cut. I get punched in the face, he feels it to. I get a hard-on, and-- well, you get the idea. It sucks major fucking balls most of the time, to be honest."

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OOC Notes:

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau chuckled, sticking his hands into his pocket. "Beauregard," he drawled, dragging the name through every bit of his Southern accent as he did. He smiled and nodded, knowing that most people found it to be kind of an awkward name. Didn't exactly run into a lot of Beauregards, after all, even back home. Didn't help that it seemed like his parents pretty well just picked names based on sitcoms they'd enjoyed.

seemed like they were gonna be more focused on the whole power thing. Beau raised his brows as Regan explained it, before nodding. "Yeah, I reckon that means I'm gonna be hooked up to your link or whatever when I get close to you an' all," he said, gesturing. "So I guess we'd better be careful not to mess each other up or nothin'." Which definitely meant going light on the tackling exercises, not that Beau had exactly been planning on doing too many of them.

He waited again, looking Regan over. "You worried 'bout it or somethin'? Could always see if we could find some power nullifiers or somethin'." Though that would certainly be awkward to ask: wouldn't be the first time Beau had to do so. Happened when he could pick up literally any power, after all.