"Wait don't strip yet! Let me get my IPhone and I'll play 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' then you can strip!" While Warren knew she was joking, there was a part of him that was serious. Danny rolled his eyes. "Note to self, find video on sexual harassment. probably gonna need it." Danny muttered to himself. "Well let's see what ya got Babydoll!" Warren said as he took a few steps away from the punching bag to give Erin room to work. When he saw her shooting her snake-bracelet thing, he couldn't help but feel somewhat unimpressed. Sure she had great control of her powers, but it's not as impressive as doing it with her bare hands. And of course she broke his bag. "My bag..." Warren pouted as he watched the sand drizzle down from the bag. "Wonder if this place has insurance, probably not." Danny continued to mutter to himself.
Warren looked over at Briar with a sly grin. "Of course your name is Briar, how could anyone forget a name that goes with such beauty." He said in his most charming voice he could muster. He watched as she shaped the sand in the form of the statue of Venus. "Very nice Briar." Danny commented with a satisfied smile. Maybe this won't be as difficult as he thought. "Yeah, pretty cool." Warren said he strolled closer to Erin. "But don't feel bad sugar." He said as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders. "You've got some very good skills as well, I'm sure." He said, oozing smugness. "Yeah, I'm gonna need that video." Danny commented.
Danny turned his attention over at Briar. "I brought you here to.....I don't know, help correct a mistake I made." Danny started to tense up as he spoke. The wounds he got here are still fresh, and uncomfortable to talk about. The only thing that has kept him from thinking about what happened was getting the compound up and running, but with it done he's hoping the Avatars will keep him preoccupied. "Us getting powers, the Elder Being released into our world. It's all my fault." You don't need to be a mind reader to till he's still in mourning, Warren saw that. If anyone knows about survivors guilt, it's him.
"ANYWAYS." Warren interrupted, trying to keep the conversation from getting too heavy. "So what are we gonna do now Nightlight?" Warren asked, trying to change the topic. 'Thanks.' Danny telepathically said to Warren, along with a small nod. "Well, either you guys can train here, or check out the rest of the complex." Danny said, giving them some opinions. "I'm sure you can find some workout cloths in someone's room Erin. I haven't checked out all the rooms. I'm a little uncomfortable with looking around in dead people's stuff. Or we could get to know each other a bit better. We're going to be stuck together for a while it seems."
"Do whatever you want. Just ya know, don't destroy the building." Danny said. "I make no promises." Warren smirked. "Wonder what they got in the rooms. Maybe some of 'em have some good shit. Maybe some CDs or something." Warren wondered with a shrug. "Wait, what kind of music do cultists listen to? Think they got some Metallica? Maybe some Black Sabbath, BOC or Alice Cooper? Better not be any of that pop crap. Or indie rock. Bunch of hipster douchebags." Yeah, he doesn't have the broadest taste in music. "I don't know. Why do you assume they have classic rock?" Danny questioned. "Because Blue Oyster Cult has the word 'cult' in it? And they're awesome."