Thread: Missing Out Characters: Kitty Pryde and Pete Wisdom NPCs: --- Location: Pete's Apartment Timeline: 2/23 Description: Kitty comes to understand the full repercussions of her choice to leave the X-Men. Rating: PG
Kitty had been on a real tear over the last few days. This whole thing with the human trafficking of mutants across Europe had been like a thread in an old sweater, and the more she pulled at it, the more things unraveled. Aside from making nice with the British spy so graciously lending her his bed and his wifi password, her time had been focused all on this, and she was making real headway towards an initial picture of how the group operated. She could easily hand this over to someone like Pete or even to the X-men, who would have to have some interest in this kind of mass injustice. Maybe lives could be saved, and kids could be taken in, and...
It was hard to shake the mentality of being an X-Man. Even when she had walked away from them, those values carried over into the work she was doing now. Even at her times of biggest frustration, she had a glimmer of hope that she could crack open a big lead on what happened to Xavier and take that home and find some understanding from the group. She let out a sigh as she stretched, rubbing her eyes as her former team stayed on her mind. There had been an initial avalanche of communications from folks, either trying to argue with her or convince her to come back. She'd gotten tired of it and auto-filtered everything into a folder where she could deal with it when she was feeling less grouchy. With all the headway, she'd been making on this side project, her spirits were in a good enough mood that now seemed like a good time to play catch up.
One message instantly jumped out at her, an email from Jean that had come in during the evening on Sunday. She had a knot in her stomach even as she clicked it, but when she read the message, her stomach dropped right out of her. She glanced at the date and at the clock. While she was busy adamantly ignoring all contact from the people she'd grown up with, she had missed the call home to attend Xavier's funeral. It was too late now to even attempt to make it. She closed her laptop with shaky hands, trying to process the heavy reality of the mistake she had made. She had missed her chance to say goodbye.
Tears sprang to her eyes immediately. She been so angry that she hadn't cried since that first moment when someone had told her he'd been shot and killed, but now the tears had turned on like a faucet. She buried her face into her hands and let them flow. She was currently all alone, in a foreign country, with no one to talk to in that moment, with nothing to ease her pain or distract her from the assault of sad and angry thoughts in her head, and after a long few minutes of crying, she turned to the only relief she could think of—her host's extensive liquor supply.