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| Much-Needed Sunshine; Rahne FINALLY Makes it Stateside! | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 22 2008, 04:41 AM (357 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | Jun 22 2008, 04:41 AM Post #1 |
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Timestamp: May 20th, 12 pm Rahne fingered the crucifix hanging about her neck nervously as she sat in the back of the taxi as it made its approach to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She survived the worst of the trip thus far, having been on her first airplane ride, so how bad could this be? Fairly bad, if what Moira had told her over the telephone was true, that the school had recently fallen under... evil influence and was only now shaking it off. She had remained in her human form the whole time, for hours upon agonizing hours, and the wolf inside was growing impatient, desiring to be let out. But she would wait, she could wait. After all, if she suddenly became a werewolf in the back of the cab, it may certainly throw her driver off, force him to abandon her and run screaming. No, that wouldn't do at all, she decided. Finally, the cab slowed to a halt at the front step, and the driver put his car into park and went around back to get Rahne's bags. She was a light traveler who didn't pack any more than the bare necessities, so it wasn't difficult. "How much do I owe ye?" she asked as she stepped out of the car, thumbing through her wallet to find the American dollars. "Sixty-three fifty," the man answered. "Och! 'Tis quite expensive," she gasped in pretend shock, but handed over the money anyway. "So's gas," he answered back, taking the money. "Ya know it's customary in this country t' tip your cabbies?" "Oh, it is? I'm terribly sorry, sir. I'm afraid I'm nae too well-learned on the ways of the taxi. First time ridin' in one," with a shrug of her shoulders, she forked over two more dollars. "Ten percent's usually what we get at the least." "Bless me heart, yuir bleedin' me dry ye are!" Still, she handed over another ten dollars. "Will that cover ye?" "It'll do well enough. Maybe you should tell your folks back in Dublin how it works once you get home. I'm tired of bein' stiffed by you Irish." "Beggin' yuir pardon sir, but I'm Scottish. Callin' a Scot Irish is fightin' words." "Ah, whatever. Yer all the same to me." With that, the cabbie got back into his car and drove off. "The nerve o' that man! How terribly rude!" she huffed slightly, and lifted her bags onto her shoulders and proceeded to climb the stairs and knock loudly on the doors. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 23 2008, 04:01 AM Post #2 |
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For the first time in three days, Hank was out of the infirmary. It wasn't for long, of course, and there was a small child (Rosie) clinging to his fur the entire time and impeding his movements, but it was a start. Besides, he couldn't really blame Rosie, because she was still not allowed to see her parents and needed something to cling to. He was on the way to the kitchen, intent on grabbing a bowl of cold macaroni and cheese from the 'fridge before heading back downstairs, when a loud knock distracted him. The big man shook his leg, dislodging Rosie for all of a minute, so that he could move to the door. "Is it the mailman?" Rosie chirped; obviously she'd been watching too many cartoons, because the mailman had never come to the front door, especially after the rise of Shadow X. Hank grinned down at her. "I very much doubt it." He rumbled. While the security systems were for the most part damaged or knocked offline, Hank also doubted that this was a villain. Besides, what villain in their right mind would actually knock on the door. While Rosie peeped out from the safety of behind Hank's legs, Hank unlatched the door and pulled it open. Too late, he remembered that his image inducer was downstairs at the moment, but when he saw who it was it didn't matter. "Ah...Miss Sinclair, if I am not mistaken!" He smiled, genuinely warm, and held the door open further for Rahne to come inside. Rosie, however, gave a vigorous wave but otherwise stayed firmly behind him. "Rosie is a bit shy at the moment. I cannot blame her, I'm afraid. Here...allow me to assist you with your bags." It was obvious how glad Hank was to see Rahne, and not just because she was the new preschool teacher. No, a large chunk of the relief came from the fact that she was a fresh face, one that would not be remniscent of the actions of Shadow X. Maybe, just maybe, this was a sign of change at the Xavier Institute. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 23 2008, 04:19 AM Post #3 |
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"Mr. McCoy!" Rahne spoke loudly and eagerly as she dropped her bags and threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly in an affectionate embrace. "Oh, it's been ages! I've missed all o' ye somethin' fierce, I have!" She let go and pulled back after a few seconds, and looked down to the young girl at the good doctor's side, clasping her hands upon her bent knees. "Ah, but Rosie and I 're good friends by now, aren't we? Dinnae ye remember me?" She did notice a certain somberness about the place, almost a scent of sadness, tension, pain. It was palpable, but she would do her best to ignore it. What they needed, she figured, was to be able to move past the difficulty of the past few months, to be able to forget it for a while and try to be happy. If she could help with that, she would be more than glad to. She had friends here at Xavier's, sure there were plenty here she had never met, plenty who came onboard after Xavier passed away who never spent time on Muir with her and her mother, but those she did know she would be glad to see again. And those she didn't, she'd be glad to meet. "Thank ye very much, Mr. McCoy. They're nae too heavy," she would have insisted on taking them herself, but she was taught long ago that to refuse assistance graciously offered was rude. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 23 2008, 04:41 AM Post #4 |
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Hank let out a dramatic 'oof' when Rahne embraced him, but she was of no burden and he embraced her back, lifting her briefly off the ground. "Ah, it is grand to see you again." Hank set her back down on her feet, looking her over with a faux-serious expression on his face. "You have been sorely missed, Miss. Sinclair. How was the trip? I'm terribly sorry you had to fly commercially, but we could not send the jet..." His voice faded out, and for a moment Hank frowned. He knew that she was aware of the situation, but to bring it up now was to risk touching all-too-recent nerves. Not his nerves, certainly, and perhaps not Rahne's, but it seemed to soon to even mention it at all. Rosie, however, was unaware of the tension. She finally ventured out from behind Hank, beaming and warming quickly up to Rahne. "We're friends." She confirmed, before quite nearly flinging herself at the older girl once Hank had taken possession of the bags. "We talked 'n' all." With another dramatic 'oof', Hank lifted Rahne's few bags into his arms. "My, what were you possibly thinking when you packed these, Miss Sinclair? That you were going to stay here?" This was accompanied by a gentle teasing wink to both females, showing that he jested. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 23 2008, 05:01 AM Post #5 |
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"Och, t'wasn't a problem. The peanuts were tasty and the in-flight movies were nae too horrible. Exept f'r 'Titanic'. I absolutely despise that waste o' film. Bleh," Rahne waved a hand in dismissal, rolling her eyes slightly even though the smile never left her face, not once. "Those two would never have met in a million years. Same boat 'r not. It just never would have happened." "Aye, we did speak. And I told ye I'd be seein' ye soon, so here I am!" She carefully, yet quickly, lifted the little girl into her arms, bracing her on her left hip. "Light as a feather, you are," she said to Rosie, touching her on the tip of her nose with her right hand, this time for real and not as a holographic projection. "Well, like it 'r not, I'm here t' stay. Who knows? If'n yuir nice t' me, I may show ye some fur maintainence tips I've picked up over th' years. Love th' blue, though. 'Tis such a lovely shade," she joked, returning his jest as best she could, though, admittedly, few could keep up with Henry McCoy in that department. He was always spectacularly gifted in the humor department. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 23 2008, 05:17 AM Post #6 |
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Hank, too, rolled his eyes at the mention of the movie Titanic, but like Rahne he was grinning, fangs clearly visible. About to quote some figures on the rate of survival among second- and third-class citizens, Hank glanced at the little girl in their presence and thought better of it. Again, Rosie took no notice. She squealed when Rahne pulled her up into her arms, squirming only a little as she adjusted to what she considered a holographic woman holding her. It was so strange to actually be touching her when only a few weeks ago Rahne had just been a hologram -- to her, at least. "But I'm a big girl!" Rosie piped, chest puffing out proudly. "I know my ABC's...sorta...an' I'll be in school." And that, she knew, made her a big girl. She squirmed again, more than a little relieved to have something to take her mind off the situation downstairs. Pretending to be offended at the comment on his fur, Hank freed one hand from the luggage to run it through his fur. "I'll have you know that my fur is perfectly lustrous, Miss Sinclair." He intoned, sniffing. "Is your own fur stlll coarse and red? Pity...blue is much better for the senses." Wtih a chuckle, he started off up the stairs, motioning for Rahne to followe. "I shall show you your room, allow you to get settle before we release all the burdens of the X-men upon your lupine shoulders." Another wink and grin; it was sure nice to have Rahne back. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 23 2008, 05:33 AM Post #7 |
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"You are a big girl, yes," Rahne said with a nod of her head, and lifted her right arm, curling it into a flex that revealed a fairly impressive bicep. "See? Light as a feather." Instead of telling Henry McCoy about the state of her fur, she decided to do something a bit different. Her spine shuddered ever so slightly as the fur sprouted all over her body, her fingernails lengthened and hardened into canine claws, her ears grew out to angled points, and a wolfish tail slid out from her backside. True enough, it was well-maintained, mostly from a better diet and the simple fact that as she grew older and into her adulthood, she had become more hygiene-conscious, as little children are less opt to do on their own. The fur was perhaps not as soft as some creatures like rabbits or kittens, but there was a noticeable sheen to it, and it definitely would not be rough or coarse to the touch like one would expect a wild wolf's fur to feel. "Whyn'tcha see f'r yuirself, Mr. McCoy? I keep m' fur in much better condition now that I'm nae a wee lass any longer. And I dinnae shed on th' furniture, for yuir information." |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 23 2008, 07:22 PM Post #8 |
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At the sight of just how strong Rahne was, Rosie fell into awestruck silence, a silence that was only broken when the older girl changed forms suddenly. The little girl burst into giggles and coos of delight, running her fingers through Rahne's fur just in case it wasn't as well cared for as Rahne had suggested. "She's real soft!" Rosie declared after a moment, looking to Hank with a massive grin on her face before she craned her head around to look at the tail. To the four-year-old, her tail was one of the greatest things she could have imagined, and after a long time of gazing at it with jealously, Rosie snuggled back into Rahne, enjoying the feeling of fur against her own skin. Hank, on the other hand, just had to chuckle. "My, I may have to admit defeat on this occassion. Your fur is perfectly groomed, Miss Sinclair, and I offer my deepest apologies." With a wink at Rosie, he bowed formally at the waist, luggage held to either side. "Now, has anyone been in contact with you as to where you shall be staying? I believe you may be assigned a room in the staff quarters, but I am not certain." Hank gave a shrug of his massive shoulders, shifting the luggage again. "Stay in my room!" Rosie piped, excited, twisting around in Rahne's arms. "We can have a sleepover!" |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 24 2008, 05:02 AM Post #9 |
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"That has nae been arranged yet, sir, no," Rahne responded with a shake of her head. "I was in contact with Mr. Summers for a while, but... well..." She glanced down at the floor and sighed. Things were hard here, she was aware. And shying away from it can only help for so long. Scott, Jean and several others, as she had heard, had done some terrible things, things they would never have done in a million years on their own, things that were very unlike the good people she knew they were, things they knew that now they were in their right minds, they must regret oh so terribly. They would need to know that God could forgive them for what they had done. She was certain of that. "Me mum told me over the phone about what happened - well, from what she heard. I would like t' visit with 'em, speak with em, if I may... if'n it's nae too much trouble." She reached up and lifted a lock of hair out of Rosie's face and brushed it aside gently. "Aye, I think that could work out, li'l lady. I didnae bring a sleepin' bag 'r nothin', though. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 24 2008, 05:26 PM Post #10 |
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"Ah." Hank shuffled, understanding without having to be told, and nodded. "Yes...I see." She shifted a bag easily so that he could scratch his chin thoughtfully. "Then a room wouldn't have been prepared, I'm afraid. We have plenty of spare rooms, though...and sleeping bags. Do you mind terribly?" He was worried, though, of what Rahne might see all around the mansion in the coming days and weeks. He knew that she was quite the mature young woman, emotionally-speaking, but this had been a series of weeks that had tested the strength and maturity of everyone. Nevertheless, he could not deny her the chance to see Jean and Scott, and nodded. "Of course." He bit his lower lip very slightly, looking to Rosie. She didn't need to hear of the status of her parents, at least not the full status. "I do need to let you know that they are still sleeping." This being said with a significant look to Rosie, one that Rahne would understand. "It will be a short while before they wake up." Hopefully a short while, but he didn't say it aloud. Instead he cleared his voice. "But no. It's not a bit of trouble, Miss Sinclair." |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 24 2008, 07:08 PM Post #11 |
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"Oh, I see. Well, I'd like t' visit 'em regardless," Rahne said with a light nod of her head. She was certain by way of his intonation that they were more than "asleep", so she'd say no more on the subject. Things must have been very difficult here indeed. "I could sleep on th' floor if'n I needed to," she said with a smile returning to her face in full force. "Ye should'a seen me on th' plane. I was out like a light almost as soon as we were in the air. I just feel lucky that the guy I sat next to never pushed m' head off his shoulder." She had slept nearly the whole flight to the US, only being awake for the last four hours of it. The flight from Chicago to Westchester was shorter, and she stayed up for that part. "And how about Mr. Worthington? Mrs. Harker? They're nae... Asleep as well, are they?" Those were the only of the X-Men she had known personally, those from Xavier's original group. Those who had come later were not so familiar to her. She knew of several of them, but had not met nor conversed with them. She knew full well she had a lot of catching up to do, but she wanted to touch base with those she knew first. |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 24 2008, 10:36 PM Post #12 |
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"I'm sure your presence will do them well." Hank commented, tilting his head and trying his best to smile. "I believe that Warren and Mina are returning soon, but there have been no finalized plans." He hoped to God that they would come soon. Their presence was sorely missed, especially among the traumatized and torn-apart student body. As much as he hated to admit it, Hank couldn't handle it alone. It was too much, especially since he was always so busy in the lab. As they talked, Hank led Rahne (and by extension, Rosie) up the stairway into the faculty wing, headed for the Grey-Summer's suite. He took note of one of the single suites that he knew was vacant, pausing at the door. At the moment, while he was not in charge of housing, there was no one else that could shoulder the responsibilty. "Here...I believe this would do just fine. There are no linens at the moment, which means you will have to share with Rosie, but that ought to be easily resolved tomorrow." He shouldered the door open, smiling at Rosie's happy squeal, and peered around. It was a typical faculty suite, identical to the one Hank himself had. While only one room -- not counting the bathroom -- it was spacious, boasting a small living area in one corner and a standard set of bedroom furniture in the other. "No kitchen, I'm afraid." He set the bags down in the middle of the floor, knowing that Rahne would probably want to take care of it herself. He looked to her then, unable to hide the sadness on his face. "Your presence is going to help, Miss Sinclair, possibly more than you'll ever know. The school is going through changes, and new faces -- especially yours -- will help the healing immensely." Hank clapped Rahne on the shoulder softly, tickling Rosie under her chin when she looked sad. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 25 2008, 12:29 AM Post #13 |
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"Oh, 'tis lovely," Rahne cooed as she saw the room, it being much more spacious and more nicely furnished than her old room on Muir. She ran a hand along the right side of the headboard as she walked up to the bed. "'Tis just fine without a kitchen. I'm a terrible cook. Absolutely dreadful. About the only kitchen item I'm only good with is the microwave. If'n ye dinnae believe me, I'll dare ye t' try m, banana bread sometime. Or as Kevin liked to call it - baked brick." Her smile faded as Henry spoke seriously, and she nodded her head, denoting her understanding of the truth of the situation as well as the utter seriousness of it. Things were on the verge of collapse - she would not let that happen. For the sake of her friends from Xavier's first class, for the sake of those who came in later, for the sake of previous children like Rosie. For that more than anything else, she would do everything in her power to protect this school from decay. "Nothin' happens without there bein' a reason f'r it. And what happened - 'tis awful, yes. But ye survived it. That means that God wants ye t' grow stronger from this experience. T' learn t' love better, t' come out of the experience as better people. And I know ye can do it. All o' ye. Yuir the strongest people I know, and God will nae let ye fall apart to despair. Neither will I." |
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