[Jamie Madrox, one of him at least, steps forward, crossing his arms and scrutinizing John. He, too, looks pretty bored but at least he's properly dressed for the weather. He smirks and laughs a little at John's shivering.]
You're a lot stupider than you look, coming back here.
[Another dupe is leaning against a tree, picking at his fingernails disinterestedly. He doesn't glance up, but does offer his two cents.] And so well prepared for the weather, too.
[Yet another yawns, as if he'd really rather be taking a nap than bantering amongst copies of himself with this turncoat.] We should've had Art check if he's wearing that neutralizer Ford said they'd fixed him with. Without his tacky fire tricks--
[A fourth dupe interjects from somewhere behind John.] I always thought it was kind of a cool mutation...
[The dupe who was interrupted scowls.] Well, nobody asked you.
[The wrist communicators that each of the multiples are wearing crackle, a chorus of the same irritated male voice admonishes them: Will you all stop yapping and just hit him already?
The dupes shrug, a few advancing on John. One taps him on the shoulder from behind, another stepping directly in front of Pyro to catch his jaw with a right cross. From seemingly out of nowhere, a dupe kicks one of Pyro's legs, trying to trip him, but there's something half-hearted about it. If Pyro turns to glare at his attacker, he'll find the hint of an apologetic smile. It's probably one of the dupes that actually liked him, once up on a time. Not that anyone can ever really tell the difference.]
MADROX - Kayt (still w/ bag on head) /hopes this isn't too confusing...
You're a lot stupider than you look, coming back here.
[Another dupe is leaning against a tree, picking at his fingernails disinterestedly. He doesn't glance up, but does offer his two cents.] And so well prepared for the weather, too.
[Yet another yawns, as if he'd really rather be taking a nap than bantering amongst copies of himself with this turncoat.] We should've had Art check if he's wearing that neutralizer Ford said they'd fixed him with. Without his tacky fire tricks--
[A fourth dupe interjects from somewhere behind John.] I always thought it was kind of a cool mutation...
[The dupe who was interrupted scowls.] Well, nobody asked you.
[The wrist communicators that each of the multiples are wearing crackle, a chorus of the same irritated male voice admonishes them: Will you all stop yapping and just hit him already?
The dupes shrug, a few advancing on John. One taps him on the shoulder from behind, another stepping directly in front of Pyro to catch his jaw with a right cross. From seemingly out of nowhere, a dupe kicks one of Pyro's legs, trying to trip him, but there's something half-hearted about it. If Pyro turns to glare at his attacker, he'll find the hint of an apologetic smile. It's probably one of the dupes that actually liked him, once up on a time. Not that anyone can ever really tell the difference.]