Who: Britannic; tag Psylocke When: Monday, June 16th, 2008 (11:30pm) Where: Xavier's; dorms What: twin!chat Status: in progress Rating: R
His mind was reeling with possibilities. There was to be a mission to the pentagon - himself included - to scout out any helpful information to the cure effort. How big was that? Huge. That's how big. Britannic had had quite enough of Westchester and white walls for the time being, so a ride in a cramped jet with a group of disgruntled peers was looking pretty exciting. The cure front was moving along, but personal emotions and space and other such fragile things that people held to were being trampled left and right. Wounded pride, mixed signals, grudges; dangerous feelings to be flying about in a school filled with such powerful beings. With the news of a mission in mind, and the necessity to see that Betsy wasn't falling victim to any of the inevitable negativity, Brian was headed for her door.
He had just finished his last round of tests on the newest batch of subjects from the woods outside the property. Dealing with angry, dirty disease-ridden critters always made him ready for a shower and a walk on the topside. Check and check. On his way to bed, he took the detour to his sister and the Brit knocked once before murmuring, "Bets?"