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Pass It to the Children in our Bloodstream; (All New X-Men and Some Old X-Men)
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 08:54 AM (1,734 Views)
Monet
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Even with the outside distractions that seemed to float aimlessly in the air around Xavier’s School, Monet managed to fulfill her duties as big sister, teacher’s assistant, and fashionista before the sun decided to set. When all of her classes were finished, she wasted little time in jumping into a black BMW that escorted her to the shops in Salem Center, where she released all pent up stress acquired from living in the mansion she once spent four years in as a teenager. The swipe of her credit card was all it took, and it was almost like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Monet had been meaning to go shopping sooner, but her priorities shifted because of her probationary period as faculty.

That, unfortunately, took precedence.

While she wasn’t out very long, the numerous bags that accompanied her suggested otherwise. Each of them was brought to her room where she made the attempt to try each outfit on separately. Wearing outfit number four as she looked at herself in a full size mirror, the iPhone placed on a nearby nightstand buzzed with a reminder that caused her to audibly growl. Tossing the phone onto the bed instead of back on the nightstand, Monet took off her newly acquired clothes and replaced them with a tank top, jeans, and tennis shoes. Raven black strands of hair were lifted from her face and positioned into a ponytail next. A small glance went to the watch on her wrist as she acknowledged the time. Monet dabbed herself with perfume, grabbed her phone from the bed, turned the lights off, and left her room for the lower levels.

Halfway down the hallway, an equal distance between her room and the stairwell, Monet stopped at a wall and revealed a hidden panel that showcased a number pad. Entering a code that was unique to her access level within the mansion, the wall opened shortly after to uncover an elevator. With no elevator music to keep her entertained, Monet simply stared at the overhead display that let her know which level of the mansion she was on. Less than thirty seconds later, the door to the elevator opened and Monet stepped out of it. The contrast of the smooth chrome walls in the sub-basement versus the design of the regular levels seemed to always send a shiver down her spine. She rubbed the goosebumps that appeared against her arms as she made her way towards the War Room.

The usual pause for thought did not hit Monet as she walked straight to an unoccupied chair at the table. Her expression seemed less than inviting as the resting-bitch-face she was known for flared into existence, taking in the presences of everyone around her physically and mentally. While many of them did not concern her, the guests of honor from the past did. Monet glanced in the direction of young Jean and Scott, still mentally perplexed about time travel and the quasi-phenomenon that regularly occurred in this day and age - especially when the school was concerned. The school was always in something. Pulling her phone from the pocket of her jeans, Monet put the device on silent before she placed it onto the table and crossed her legs.

She didn’t say anything because there was nothing to be said at the moment. There would be plenty of time for questions, Monet was sure, and she decided to stay quiet in case her question was asked for her. A few questions that did come to mind: Why were the members of the X-Men’s first class here? With their limited technological resources back then, how did they get to the future? Why were all of them here? Was that Emma Frost? What was she wearing? For the exception of the latter questions, Monet knew she would get the answers she desired without having to lift a finger or strain a free thought.

Now, all she needed was for the briefing to begin.
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Squirrel Girl
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Really, Doreen hadn’t meant for it to get this late. But her gymnastics class was running a little longer than usual, between floor routines and coaching and having her tail stomped on by one of the more precocious students. Accidentally, of course. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy substituting for Mr. Wagner’s class, but ohmygosh those kids could tire her out. And that was quite the accomplishment, especially where the hyperactive Squirrel Girl was concerned.

“Tippy Toe hand me the paddle brush!” she called out, a whirlwind of motion herself as towels and water flew in a flurry, Doreen rushing from the showers and getting herself dressed in almost record time. The sounds of skittering claws clipped all over, both by Doreen and her little friend as a little gray squirrel rummaged through her friend’s gym bag and put away wet towels and sweaty gym clothes, somehow managing to fold and organize them while Doreen struggled with a semi-damp tail, brushing and blow drying simultaneously. Sure, she could have headed to the meeting straight after class, then subject everyone to that wonderful sweaty feral smell, topped with wet dog. Err, squirrel. What with the way everyone made fun of Mr. Logan, Doreen did not want to find herself as the target of such jokes and ridicule. She had many years of public school experience with that, thank you very much.

“Chrrt chrrt chrt!” Tippy Toe squeaked from the end of the bench, reminding Doreen of the time as she struggled with the zipper of her gym bag, jumping repeatedly on the flap in an effort to squish the bulk down.

“IknowIknowIknowI’mblowdryingasfastasIcan,” she answered, her tail gigantically fluffy. She didn’t really have time to fix that, more concerned with eliminating any dampness left, powering off the blowdryer and stuffing it, along with her gym bag, in her locker. She’d come back for her things later. In the meantime, she gunned it for the War Room, Tippy Toe just barely hitching a ride on the feral girl’s tail. Having known about the meeting well in advance, Doreen had decided to clean up in the showers and locker room by the Danger Room rather than the ones in the gymnasium up above, which eliminated the nail-bitingly long trip down the elevator into the mansion’s sub levels. She kept that sustained sprint all the way to the War Room, slowing down if only to avoid barreling into the whole thing like a lunatic. Given the message she’d received earlier today about the meeting, Doreen had managed to keep enough presence of mind in her squirrely head to wear her black-and-golds to the briefing, which eliminated a lot of potential awkwardness as everyone, at least from the doorway, looked dressed to the battle-formal nines. She felt Tippy Toe scurry up her back, the little squirrel taking her customary perch on her shoulder as little gray paws held out a hair elastic, Doreen taking it and tying her damp hair up in a quick bun at the back of her head, the whole exchange occurring wordlessly. When she entered, her eyes took in everyone present, giving a small wave and a bucktoothed smile to those she knew, a polite nod, etc. Seeing the others on her squad at the table, she did the same, taking a seat next to Mrs. Russell nee Sinclair. It felt safest there, at least, seeing as Ms. Rahne would be the least likely to bite her head off for being a little late. Figuratively.

“Hey,” she greeted, trying her best to look as composed as possible, despite the reckless sprint there. She knew she was late, how much, she didn’t dare to look to find out, and felt her freckled face burn with a small bit of embarrassment before the more senior members of the X-Men and faculty. “Gymnastics ran a little longer than usual…” And that was when she noticed them. Sure, there was a huge age difference, but it was unfreakingdeniable who they were. She tried really, really hard not to stare. But seeing her older idols all young and cute and baby-faced, it was really hard not to. Doreen hid her smile behind her hand, instead focusing on the War Room’s main digital displays, waiting for the barrage of information. Her tail curled around and rested on her lap like a giant fuzzy chestnut boa.

“Take notes, Tippy Toe,” she whispered, her squirrely companion nodding her head.
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Oh wow!” Kitty muttered as she Walked in and rose her hand to catch their attention before saying. “Okay I have one really major question. Like if you two stood in front of each other and one of you rose your hand and twirled it around would the other one know to do it too like looking in a mirror... you see that all the time on TV.”

"Considering this is not an episode of 'I Love Lucy,' probably not, Miss Pryde," Scott said, shaking his head slightly. People were beginning to file in, everyone of them having their own reactions to the presence of the time displaced doppelgangers. Glancing to his young counterpart, Scott was able to see that he was getting restless and a little overwhelmed. He tried to remember what he would have felt back then, the center of so much attention... he would have hunched his shoulders and tried to disappear into the floor.

“Is there anything else you need me to do right now, Scott?” came a voice at his elbow and Scott glanced down to see Terry, the picture of composure, even as she seemed beside herself with curiosity about their young guests.

"Not right now, Terry," Scott said, "But once we get this operation moving, I am going to need reports from afield, I need you to handle that for me. For obvious reasons, I have to stay removed from this," he leaned close, as if imparting a secret to her, "but, for obvious reasons, you know I can't stay removed."

He straightened up as first young Jean entered, watching her beeline to her version of Scott, something unreadable on her face. She shared a small conversation with her friend, and Scott's jaw grew tight as he watched them talk. It was almost painful to watch how the boy reacted to the touch of her hand on his arm.

“Hello, everyone. Is everyone still wrapping their minds around the new weirdness thrown our way?” Jean, his Jean, asked as she entered, and sat next to him.

“Yes, what would we do for entertainment around here if time travel didn’t exist?” Warren quipped, as he took his seat on Scott's other side.

"Seriously, life would be so dull, " Scott muttered, his shielded eyes scanning the room, as more people arrived, including Franklin Richards who thought it was amusing to drop some shocking news on the teenagers. "Mr. Richards," he warned.

"Sorry, Chief," the young man said, cheekily.

Scott shook his head, with a sigh.

The last couple of stragglers entered, and Scott held up his hands. "All right, everyone settle down, let's get started. As you all may have noticed, we have a some visitors, and before any rumors get spread or the gossip mill cranks out a lot of disinformation, they are chronologically displaced... time travelers, and yes, you're looking at Hank, Jean, and... well, and I, from about twenty years ago, back in our impressionable youth. But before any of you get any bright ideas of shocking them or dropping any bombs on them, that we need to work to keep temporal paradox to a minimum. I don't understand time travel enough to understand how it works, but I know enough to know that whatever happens here today will have detrimental effects if not handled properly, so while you might find it funny to drop little hints about their future, don't. Is that clear to everyone?"

Affirmatives rippled around the room, and Scott waited to make sure they understood the gravity of the thing. The young X-Men had assured them that their Professor was going to use his telepathy to erase their memory of this time, but there was no use risking it.

"Our visitors have followed a path of some difficulty to get here looking for one of their own who has been taken. They need our help finding him, and we're going to give that help, but obviously, Jean and I can't assist, because of that self same temporal paradox, so we've decided to assign this to the Legacy Squad. I'm going to issue orders and then turn this over to my young counterpart to finish this briefing."

Looking around, Scott said, "Network, Blink, I'd like the two of you to take point on this, Shadowcat, you'll advise. I think we need to split into two teams. Franklin, do we have an ETA on when Rachel is returning from her trip?"

"No, sir," Franklin responded, "But I can find out for you."

"Do that," Scott said, "Emma, I'd like you and Rachel when she returns, to work with... Marvel Girl to search for their missing teammate via Cerebro. Strict protocol, no prying or telepathic sightseeing. If she can't locate him, start looking for unique energy signatures. Psilord, assist on that, please, you have experience with what they'll be looking for."

"I'm not a telepath, Cyke," Franklin reminded, "Not much of one, at least."

"No, but you can hone in on any disruption in the time/space fields, and if you have to, you can contain it," Scott said, "So, I need you with them." He didn't say he needed Franklin to be with Rachel because of the difficulty she was going to have with this whole situation, but Mr. Richards was a bright young man. Scott didn't need to say it.

Indicating the rest of the room, with a nod of his head, Scott said, "Everyone else, we're going to need to do a sweep of the city, You'll be with Miss Vale and Miss Ferguson, I'll let you sort out the teams. We need this done and done fast before something happens that can't be undone. Field captains, I want consistent and constant reports. You so much see a butterfly land on the hedge, if it is time displaced, I want a report. Is that very clear, or do we have any questions before I give the floor over to Scott?"
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Jean chuckled throatily at Warren and Scott’s banter; they’d come a long way since those early awkward teenage days, at the other end of the table, when they were friends and companions but still not comfortable in their own skin or with each other.

She was looking down at that end, watching herself and Scott, when a dark cloud by the name of Emma Frost sailed across her sky. Sitting up straighter, she sent Emma a dagger-filled glare of hatred to say that past wounds had not been forgiven or forgotten, then disregarded the woman as though there was an Emma-shaped void of nothing where she stood. With an effort, she shook of the tension and bad aura that Emma’s mere presence always stirred up in her.

The Legacy Squad continued to pour in, in various states of rushing not to be late and settled in. When he had their attention, Scott started the meeting. “ …. I don't understand time travel enough to understand how it works, but I know enough to know that whatever happens here today will have detrimental effects if not handled properly, so while you might find it funny to drop little hints about their future, don't. Is that clear to everyone?"

“Your actions might change not only our futures, but as our lives have been so much a part of the school, it could affect yourselves also. That’s why this is such a delicate operation,” Jean added. Nods and murmured promises rippled around the room, then Scott continued. It had gone along smoothly until Scott mentioned Cerebro and Emma. "Do that," Scott said, "Emma, I'd like you and Rachel when she returns, to work with... Marvel Girl to search for their missing teammate via Cerebro. Strict protocol, no prying or telepathic sightseeing. If she can't locate him, start looking for unique energy signatures. Psilord, assist on that, please, you have experience with what they'll be looking for."

Scott continued the rest of the briefing, not skipping a beat, but Jean’s fingernails beat a restless tattoo on the table as she mulled over Scott’s order – the teenage her working with Emma on Cerebro; it was a nightmare come true. And though it turned her stomach, they needed to find young Warren and save him, and the danger of contaminating the timeline meant that she (the present-day her) couldn’t do it and the teenage her was too inexperienced to do it alone. Damn it. Her eyes glowed yellow-orange-red and her hand suddenly clenched and crackling, fiery energy danced over her skin briefly as she fought back the Phoenix Force. The eruption of power showed her opinion of the idea but, unfortunately, she had no alternative suggestion.
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The room quickly filled up, adding more and more of the younger X-Men in training from the so-called "Legacy Squad". Rahne herself wasn't a part of that squad, but her skills and talents were particularly well-suited to a search and rescue, especially when it was someone she knew. A plan was laid out - a good one. Scott and Jean obviously couldn't be out there in the field with... Scott and Jean, but there were plenty who could.

"I still know Warren's scent from back then," Rahne said, to add to what they had. "So any leads either field team needs me t' check out, I could do that, jus' have Blink pop me over t' where they need me t' be an' I can get t' snoopin'."

She glanced over at Warren, and nodded her head. There were many reasons why his scent would have changed, many reasons why it could be different. There was the big reason, the reason that everyone from this time knew and everyone from the past shouldn't. Then there was simple human biology. Scents changed with age. The body produces different chemicals in different quantities, causing the person to smell similar, but different. With enough time to ponder and calculate, Rahne could reasonably guess someone's age range by the scent they left behind.

"I've also checked various online celebrity trackers, but I've nae turned anything up. Even younger, so,done wealthy an' prominent like Warren would be recognized if someone saw him out in public."

Rahne took a breath, and let it out slowly. Scott was treating this delicately, which was understandable, but she hoped that the temporal problems were the only reason he was exercising such caution. Not a lack of trust.
"An' finally, I'd like t' call Jamie up an' see if he can spare a few of his crew to make concerted efforts t' finding the younger Warren. We may have the personal connection, but they are licensed an' trained private investigators. They may be able t' turn up evidence we'd overlook."
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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,
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but she had to try, she had to try.
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Everyone was filing in, mostly in a timely fashion, each one taking in the strange sight with different reactions. Young Jean seemed to be trying desperately to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at them, aiming straight for the younger version of Scott and pretty much attaching herself to him. Something had obviously rattled the girl, something more than just the situation at hand. Older Jean greeted everyone, and Sarah gave a small, crooked smile at the comment, and she nodded a greeting at Clarice when she entered. Warren’s response got a quiet snort of laughter, at least until Franklin piped up. Sarah very nearly laughed, lifting a hand to hide her amused grin, because that…That was probably not something Scott needed to hear. Sure enough, Mr. Summers reprimanded him, and Sarah’s eyes sparkled with entertainment that was probably somewhat inappropriate. Monet and Doreen both got a quiet nod of greeting, and at Mr. Summers’ muttered response to Jean, Sarah gave a little shrug.

“Don’t know about you, but I was planning on learning needlepoint.” Came the technopath’s quiet, bland response, her face noticeably deadpan, except for the glitter in her eyes. She even managed to seem semi-disappointed in the lack of spare time to learn a new skill. Then he obviously started the meeting, and Sarah straightened a bit in her chair, listening attentively. She already knew most of what he was saying at first, and the warning certainly made sense. The brunette didn’t speak, but nodded in understanding, glancing thoughtfully at the three travelers for a moment. It made sense for him to assign a different team to handle the hands-on part of this, with him and Jean unable to get close to their counterparts.

For a split second, her eyebrows rose up in surprise at his designation of the point takers on the mission, and she met Mr. Summers’ eyes with a hint of shock, quickly hidden. She supposed she had been taking on more responsibility on the team lately, with Rachel’s absence…But it was nice to have it in words. Glancing at Clarice, she shot the pink skinned girl a small smile before looking back at Scott. She didn’t look around to see anyone’s reactions to the directive. Instead, she listened to his directions, nodding.

“Understood, sir.” Sarah’s voice was just loud enough to be heard, because it would be unnecessary to be any louder than that. Everyone here was capable of hearing her, and she didn’t need to shout for Scott to know she understood the directions. Rahne spoke up, and a small smile tilted her lips at the mention of the internet, but her tone was serious when she spoke.

“I’ve been monitoring everything from social media to the news outlets, but I doubt we’ll get a hit. Whoever did this was determined enough to time travel with him, I doubt they’re going to risk him getting sighted or photographed in public.” Or she assumed, especially due to the number of questions a young Warren would bring about. Time travel was not exactly something everyone accepted as real. It hadn’t been hard to set up a program to monitor different news feeds and alert her if anything pinged. Rahne’s next suggestion caused Sarah to blink, frowning slightly as she glanced at both Scott’s. Maybe it was because she’d been there when the three younger versions had made their first attempt, but Sarah shook her head.

“As much as I’d trust Jamie and everyone there to keep this quiet, I think we need to keep this less…Known. Not even considering the fact that XFI has way too many cameras floating around for secrecy, but the less people who know about anything related to time travel, the better. Especially with futures in the balance.” She said with a pointed look at the adult versions standing around the table, uncomfortably aware of how a single person’s past could affect so many futures. She still had memories from that other world, the one without Xavier, where so many people had been changed simply because of one single person. Jean’s reaction to the orders wasn’t unnoticed, but unfortunately, Sarah couldn’t really do anything about that. She could only hope that Franklin and Rachel would be able to run interference between young Jean and Emma – and something told her that she really wouldn’t want to be in the immediate area, if Emma decided to overstep anything. But there were no other viable telepathic alternatives, that she could think of at least.
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After Kitty's arrival the room filled up rather quickly with X-Men old and young all the while with the more people who filtered in the more awkward it seemed the travelers might feel being gawked at by their future friends and family. However once a sufficient enough time had passed and the room was full enough Scott got down to business and ceased being Scott Summers and once again became Cyclops debriefing the situation and issuing orders. Cylops had determined the Legacy Squad would be put in charge of the investigation to help find the time displaced Warren Worthington.

Cyclops had also decided that Blink and Network would lead the field teams with Kitty aiding both teams in an advisory position. “Roger that!” Kitty said while there was some discussion about if and when the other leader of the Legacy Squad Rachel Summers would be returning in order to help aid with the mission. But even if she did it seemed Cyclops had other plans for her teaming her up with her time displaced mother and Emma Frost to see if they could help locate Warren's time displaced self via Cerebro.


There was an obvious flare of tension in the room after the order of Emma working along side the time displaced Jean Grey. It was made obvious to everyone in the room the elder Jean was not a fan of those orders but despite the initial outrage at the order Jean remained silent on the subject. Emma did her best not to react to Jean's display opting to be the bigger woman and trying not to continue to harbor ill feelings towards her and continuing the on going feud between the telepaths. Instead Emma simply nodded towards Cyclops as she said. “As you wish.”

Emma did wonder how the younger Jean felt about her elders display of protest however and prepared herself for the inevitable question that would undoubtedly be posed when the two were alone. It would most likely be a long and complicated answer and one she would hope the younger Jean would be more understanding than her elder counter part.
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After taking a position near Emma, the teleporter looked across the room at the other members. She was instantly met with a smile from Sarah. In return, she nodded with a smile at the technopath. One by one, more and more people began to arrive, making Clarice at ease. She’d thought she might have been one of the last ones to arrive; then again, teleporters are never late. Vault entered the room, a Russian lad in whom she’d started to get to know better recently. He walked over, standing next to the pink girl. “Hey.” she greeted warmly, her lips curling up into a soft smile.

From that point on, the door to the War Room continuously opened and closed. The other Vale sister, Jessica, popped in, followed by present-day Warren, Franklin Richards, Cyberlink, Monet, and Doreen with her fluffy friend. It was an odd mixture of students, Legacy Squad members, and both old and new X-Men. Together, they would be able to do much, even solve the puzzle that is time displacement.

Conversations between the mansionites took place as they awaited the meeting to start. Franklin received a grin from Clarice upon listening to the conversation he was having with young Scott. These young innocent kids knew so little of today’s world and it seemed as if Psilord was taking advantage of that. Older Scott, however, wasn’t going to take that. It was the scolding Franklin received that turned that grin into an ear-to-ear smile. After silence set in, Scott called the meeting to order. He began by briefly explaining the problem at hand. Many were unaware why they had even been called down, let alone that the original first class of Xavier’s had time traveled into the future.

"Network, Blink, I'd like the two of you to take point on this.

In an instant Clarice quickly turned her head, lime green eyes growing wide. Her breath was caught. Glancing over at Sarah, she grinned, doing her best to keep her cool. This was somewhat of a goal for her, and here it was being reached. The technopath and teleporter had definitely come far in their time at the school. Just in her own case, Blink compared her present self to when she had first arrived. She had been a mess; a weak, quiet, mess. Now she, alongside one of her closest teammates and friends, would be leading the Legacy Squad in this mission. Hard work paid off, that was for sure.

After her excitement cooled off, the young woman focused back on the words coming from Cyclops’ mouth. He went on to describe everyone else’s duties. Emma would be helping young Jean in locating young Warren. While this shocked the teleporter, she understood it was what had to be done, no matter how much he might not enjoy it. Jean, on the other hand, was more than shocked it seemed. From across the room the redhead was staring Emma down, a fiery glow taking to her body. Clarice glanced over at Vault, Sarah, then Emma. Emma had changed, or so she had heard. It was for that very reason that she was now a member of the X-Men. Trust issues wouldn’t disappear overnight, but a situation like this could help. Maybe it was just the opportunity she needed.

Blink looked over at Marvel girl. She was oblivious to the entire relationship her older self and Emma had. It was a relationship the teleporter wished was friendlier, and hoped that maybe when Emma came around for Marvel Girl, that relationship would change. She hoped a lot would change for the group of young ones but realized not much would. It was for that reason Clarice was set on doing what she could do for them to prepare them for the future now.
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There was a lot to take in, a lot to process. It wasn’t every day time travel happened and while they’d all gotten used to people dropping in from the future, people appearing from the past was a whole new experience. Nodding as Scott told her what she needed, she looked over her shoulder at the inhabitants of the room, before turning her head back again. “No problem. D’you want me in the field with them?” since turning herself around, the Irish mutant had worked hard at being a responsible and productive individual and although her temper could still be nuclear level, it was way better than what it once was.

She didn’t need to say much though, as once Scott had given his orders, she’d do it. Scott usually didn’t give out orders that needed carefully interpreting; he kept things clear and to the point.

Settling down as the meeting was able to start, Theresa listened, carefully making a small note for reference in case anyone wanted to argue a point later on. They had to divide things carefully, Cyclops words about staying removed still clear in her head. It wasn’t perfect, really, but it was the best out of an unusual situation. With Blink and Network as field leaders, things were pretty much set in motion. No doubt she’d coordinate with them later, once this meeting was over. Often big meetings had to split down into little meetings to really get things firmed up.

“Yeah, I have to agree with Sarah on this. We should keep this in house because the fewer people know, the better. Aren’t we trained professionals anyway?” Terry grinned a little. It wasn’t a bad suggestion, as XFI were hardly strangers, but with their flashy entourage and general all round exposure to the public in more than one way, something could get out far too easily. “I think that should go for most of everyone else outside the school. Especially SHIELD. Even if a person is a friend.” It went without saying, but once it had been said there was no way of wriggling out of it.

“Anyone got any other suggestions?” she looked around the group, ready to take note.
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“Holy crap, I’m on fire,” young Jean blurted.

It had been going so well up to that point. Creepy? Sure, but a smooth briefing from older Scott, not a surprise because even as a kid he was pretty organized. It was kinda cute the way he’d everything in his half of the room by color and size and usefulness. Truthfully, kinda OCD but it was a harmless quirk. The mission briefings he gave were just as clear-cut; though since the others on his team were his age too, if there were holes, we didn’t see them either. But that’s way off topic, I’m on fire.

Young Jean stared across the table at her older, angry self; wide-eyed and jaw hanging open. “What the… When did that happen? Scott,” she shook his arm, “you see that, right? It’s not just me.” She looked around at the others at the table who didn’t even the brief flash of anger and wondered when such outbursts became so commonplace that they generated no concern or notice from those around them.

She leaned in next to Scott, “My eyes never glowed before, right?” Jean asked in a low voice. “You would say something, wouldn’t you? And… and… I’m a total badass… when did that happen?” She gaped at young Scott; of everyone on their young team, hers were the weakest powers.
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Listening to everyone talking about him as though he wasn’t there, which he technically wasn’t, was a disconcerting experience. Warren found himself scanning his memories as though he might suddenly turn up a clue to what had happened. Frustratingly there was nothing, not a single shred of a memory. Instead he focused on the orders that Scott was giving out, laying down who would be doing what. It was difficult to have to take a back seat with this particular mission but he trusted the Legacy Squad - with his life, as the situation indicated.

Jean’s flare up of power when Emma was mentioned was hard to miss and Warren couldn’t really blame her, but then he couldn’t really attack Emma, either. Considering his past, he wasn’t about to start throwing accusations around and at the very least, she was trying to redeem herself. As the others chipped in, offering suggestions, Warren waited until Terry opened the floor up to other suggestions before speaking up himself.

“I will probably need to keep my distance but if any of you need any help, I will be around. I’ve also complied a list of everyone I could think of who might have a grudge against me or my family, past and present. I’ve included the obvious ones, like the Brotherhood and the people who...” He glanced towards the young versions of the first class, hesitating, not wanting to outwardly point out the torture and removal of his wings by Scrambler and the others. He didn’t want the younger Hank, Scott and Jean knowing too much about the whole situation, particularly as it ultimately led to Apocalypse. “...abducted me previously.” He finished diplomatically. “I’m just a magnet for that kind of thing.” Warren added, lightly.

“It’s probably worth looking into motive. Whoever took me had the ability to time travel, so they could potentially be from this time, or even the future. I’ve wracked my brain to think of a reason why they would go for me at that particular age and nothing out of the ordinary is coming up. If my parents and the school didn’t receive a ransom note, it’s unlikely that it’s related to my family’s wealth and position, so whatever motivated them to take me is probably unrelated.” Warren suggested and then gave a small shrug. “But that’s all speculation, of course.”
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Jessica adjusted her posture, sat up in her chair as yet more mutants filed into the room. Twenty heads, she counted. She was pleased that she wasn't the last one to arrive, but at least a little uncomfortable during the wait. The chair she sat in wasn't at fault; even in the sub-basement the mansion's furnishers spared no expense, but she was distracted.

The brunette's idle mind was doing as it often did when not preoccupied with a task: concerning itself with all sorts of worries that were irrelevant for the present situation. Rather than taking things in stride, in mentally preparing herself for the meeting and tasks to follow, she was instead worrying if there would even be anything for her to contribute. A part of her was growing anxious, as evidenced by the subtle shift from strumming the table to gently twisting the rings on her fingers.

She remained quiet. She had a winning poker face for masking her insecurities, but her dark eyes darted from face to face in the war room. Each face among the X-Men, even those of people younger than her, displayed some blend of focus or confidence that she could not match. She envied them in secret. The only expressions to mirror what she felt were those upon the faces of the three time displaced teens. Or at least they came closest to a look of feeling out of place... probably because they literally were.

Jessica's discomfort didn't stem from being of a different time. From a young age, Jessica had known her talents: gifted at sport, energetic, and smart - even if not book smart. For a time, she knew how to use those strengths to make friends and succeed, high school was a cakewalk. The simplicity of those times had since faded. Now she was an adult, she still knew her strengths but had no idea how to use them to do what she really wanted, to do something significant. Perfecting her pirouette, performing the Rose Adagio, even learning a new martial art, would not give her the sense of fulfillment that she desired.

She thought that being an X-man would solve those concerns one day... Her athletic talent could be channeled into ensuring the success of her comrades, saving mutantkind at their side, helping her friends. But suddenly that goal didn't seem real. Here she was faced with a problem, she sat beside the X-Men, and she had no clue how they could even begin to solve the issue. She still didn't see how she could help her friends, and that made her uncomfortable.

The girl just rolled her eyes at Franklin as he tried to be cheeky. She didn't need Scott to tell her how serious it was to not play around while time itself was being affected. Jessica's power of precognition only gave her a moment's foresight, but even those short-term changes produced dramatic effect. She didn't even want to contemplate how much even a small comment could ripple through a few decades time and change things. Instead of nodding the girl's expression simply intensified, knitting at the brow as she continued to twist at the rings of her fingers. She listened to Scott's leadership in the very same way, keeping her questions in mind but holding off on any inquiries in case he answered them later. It was always so comforting to have Scott lead in such a decisive manner, one of the many reasons she felt so incredibly safe at the mansion. So decisive, in fact, that Jessica herself nearly missed that Cyclops had ordered Emma to assist young Jean.

Almost. The flare of energy within the adult Jean Grey, the manifestation of her great powers, quickly highlighted the fact that there was something terribly trying with that game plan. Jessica was no telepath but she could imagine what Jean was thinking. She looked from one red headed adult to the bleached blonde almost worried that something would spark then and there. Then her eyes fell on young Jean. At first it was a curiosity, to review her reaction to, well, her reaction. Just as she did so, young jean blurted out in surprise.

So she hadn't settled into her full power at that age? Jessica didn't know that. The teen's wide-eyed surprise was the subject of Jess's attention for several moments, head tilted to the side as teen-Jean pointed it out to Scott. There sat the most powerful mutant she'd ever known, oblivious to it all. As Jessica looked on, a slow smile began to build. Seeing the most powerful mutant she knew at this stage in life was somehow reassuring.
"So, question," Jessica said, even as she lifted her hand as a student in class might, "Jean is with Emma, Rachel, and Franklin. Where will mini Scott and mini Hank be going? Not to be dramatic, but if any of these three- four, really, with missing Warren included - gets so much as a paper cut, the world as we know it may implode."

Ok, well it was a little dramatic.

"One great thing: present day Warren is with us now and unharmed, which, I'm assuming to mean whoever has taken him hasn't harmed him in any way. But to minimize incident, as useful as they might be, maybe we should just keep the teens here. We don't know who took Warren, their goal, or if he really was the only target. The teenage versions are still in potential danger from an unknown threat and by extension, so are the present."
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If there was one thing Pearce could say was true, was that it was a bit strange to see your teachers from another time. In fact anything that was time displaced was a bit strange. But time displaced people were definitely stranger then a time displaced box or something. Pondering in his thoughts for a bit as he waited for the briefing to begin, Pearce began to think of time paradoxes and how this whole time displaced thing worked.

What would happen if the time traveling X-Men were told some things that they weren't supposed to know? What could happen to this time? The present? What could happen to the universe of this time? Could the timeline change? Could he be eradicated from existence? But a more important question would be, what would these X-teams reactions be?

It was actually quite funny the more Pearce thought of it. What would happen if certain individuals were told about certain things that would have major impacts on their lives? Like what if Past Cyclops was told that he would -Wait what?

Pearce had to shake his head a bit in confusion as he watched his very thoughts come true in an ironic way. Franklin had just walked in and smoothly mentioned to young Scott how he could come to eventually...well...do it with Jean.

And boy was his reaction hilarious. It was hard not to grin as he watched young Scott begin to sputter in a mix of confusion and shock. And as Pearce had expected, old Scott was definitely not pleased with Franks shenanigans.

Then the briefing finally began, and once more, as expected the very first rule old Scott laid out was not to do what Franklin had just done. That was a bummer, but understandable.

Pearce's interest was definitely raised when Scott announced that the Legacy Squad would handle this mission. Splitting into two teams though? How big was the Legacy Squad anyways? A little bit over 10 members? Naturally assuming that this would be a search mission, Pearce began to wonder if this is why a bit of extra manpower was called in the form of a few students like him and Jessica. They could definitely use the extra pairs of eyes.

One thing that shocked Pearce was the sudden outburst from Jean upon hearing Scott's orders to Emma. Pearce wasn't exactly an expert on the relationships of the different people in this mansion, but it was definitely likely that Emma and Jean had a tense past. Perhaps more then tense.

Listening to the rest of Scott's orders, Pearce nodded silently. Keeping the orders in mind, he'd definitely remember to go to Blink or Network after this. A sweep of the city, with a team of super powered men and women it seemed like a rather simple task. Of course though the briefing wasn't over yet, and Pearce waited, wondering what young Cyclops would have to say.
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Both Scotts reacted to the Adult Jean making her displeasure with his choice of mentor for the younger Jean's Cerebro useage. The younger version had never seen anything like that, not just not from Jean, but not from anyone. Beside him, Jean whispered her own excitement. “My eyes never glowed before, right?” Jean asked in a low voice. “You would say something, wouldn’t you? And… and… I’m a total badass… when did that happen?”

"I'd tell you," Scotty whispered back, "but, yeah, I'd say something because you are..." his voice drifted off as others began to speak. It was good that it did, because he was about to say something pretty stupid.

Rahne was the first to speak up offering to call some other team, but as Scott was about to veto this idea, Sarah piped up, with reasons why that was a bad idea. Old Scott nodded his head, and said, "Miss Vale is right, the less people involved in this the better. I don't like the idea that our business will be broadcast during prime time."

"Tv cameras?" Scotty frowned.

"I'll explain later," Franklin murmured, "You're in a new age, Kiddo."

Terry asked Scott a question and Scotty's attention was drawn back as his older counterpart nodded, "In the field, yes, in an advisory capacity. Miss Vale and Miss Ferguson have lead on this." He didn't turn his head to look at Terry. He didn't have to. She'd know why he wanted it this way.

Warren revealed that he didn't remember any of this and that was a good thing because that meant it was pretty likely he wasn't dead. But then Jessica suggested they keep the younger X-Men home and safe...

"No," said Scotty, standing up, "We won't stay back here. I understand your worry, I do, but we were sent here to do this, ourselves. I'm not suggesting that our pride is more important than the life of our friend, but I'm saying there's a reason someone came to our time and took him, instead of taking him from right here, and it's more than just a 16 year old is an easier target than a grown man." He looked around at the group, "Since we've gotten here, we seen what the school's grown into and we've seen what we grown into. It makes us understand how much this place means to so many people, and how much we have to live up to. It's... frightening, and it seems like it is so hard, so very hard to be what it is we're going to be, but whoever it was who thinks by taking our friend they are destroying us, well, they're wrong. We might not be ready for this, we might not be perfect at this, yet, we might need help... but we won't stand by and let other people decide our fates. We..."

His voice suddenly trailed off as the boy realized he was making a speech, and his cheeks reddened, what could be seen of them beneath the visor he wore."I'm sorry," he said, quietly, "We're here to find our friend. Whatever help you give us, we're grateful for it."
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Rahne frowned, shaking her head. She supposed she understood the logic behind the rebuttals. This was a sensitive thing, and putting it out there that people from the past were kidnapped into the present... which was a strange thing to even admit was happening... could have unforeseen consequences.

But still, it didn't sit well with her that she couldn't reach out to friends, friends who could really help, for fear of too much information getting out there. Sh herself only barely had any experience with detective work, and surely the other X-Men presumably had a comparable level or maybe less. They were superheroes and teachers, not investigators. She just hoped they weren't getting in over their heads.

"Alright," she relented, letting out a short huff of breath. "Might even be best to forego uniforms while we're on the hunt, then, if we wanna keep this on the down low. X-Men snoopin' around might draw attention."

She glanced over to Young Scott, as he vehemently denied the option of staying here while the locals investigated. Jean was having trouble dealing with seemingly everything about her older self, and Hank was lost in contemplative silence (and perhaps a small degree of nervousness and intimidation), so Scott was the one who spoke. Made sense.

"Did the Professor... yuir Professor...did he find any evidence of other people from yuir timeline being dragged here? If we could establish a pattern, if there were more points to look for, we may have a better chance of finding Warren faster."
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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.
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