Who: Nik, Caitlin, Frankie and maybe other X-Men that want in eventually, but wait on them, kay? What: Not gonna lie, it's not exactly good times. Where: X-Men Mansion, Westchester. When: Backdated to August 14th. Warnings: I'm not sure. Cursing, probably violence. Intense emotions? Definitely violence.
Frankie sat before a panel of computer screens, all showing images from around the mansion and it's grounds, relaying security footage that was then recorded onto a bank of servers that she'd had Chris set up. In particular she was staring at one in the lower left bank of screens, the camera in question was trained on the driveway and there was a very conspicuous figure stood right in the middle of it. He wasn't doing anything, just stood staring ponderously at the mansion. She shifted her weight on the chair, resting her chin in her left hand which was propped up on the arm, while the fingers of her right danced lightly over a keyboard in front of her, not doing anything, just moving nervously as she tried to decide what to do with this predicament.
The good news was the psychic shielding seemed to be working on Nik. He had been stood there for ten minutes confused, she imagined. And definitely not dead. That much was obvious. But the question still remained as to what she should do about him.
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While it was true that Nik was a little confused by the look of the mansion, something told him that things weren't quite as they seemed. It hadn't been that long since he had lived in this building, yet it looked like it had been abandoned for months, maybe years. Yet that wasn't reason enough to make him leave. He had things to say to the people who had abandoned him near death in a coma, particularly to the mother of his child.
He put his hands casually into the pockets of his jeans as he thought about it. He could drop off a note in the mailbox, but there was no guarantee that there was actually someone here who would pick it up. Still, he didn't have to come up with a solution immediately, he had a few hours yet before he should start calling around to find out where everyone had gone. Where they had taken Kayleigh. He wasn't in a particular rush. Not now that he had his health. Kicking at some of the gravel while he tried to reach a decision he took a step or two forward then stopped again. Why did the building seem so foreboding all of a sudden? By the looks of it, it wasn't even full of the dangerous reincarnates that had attacked the FBI recently. He had nothing to worry about.
He scowled and rubbed a hand through his new growth of beard nervously. Jesus. There was nothing to be afraid of. What the fuck did he think they were gonna do to one unarmed, de-powered guy? Perhaps he should get his cell phone out and put it on record, just in case. Okay this was stupid. He should just go in and see if he could find an alternate address for them. He was going to have to find them eventually. Still, his feet dragged as he made slow process towards the front door.