terror_in_night:

 The Wendigo was confused. One minute it had been tracking a group of hunters in it's territory in the Canadian wilds, but now..it wasn't home anymore. There were no trees, no snow. The Wendigo was confused, angry..but then it realized this new place had one thing in abundance. It practically assaulted it's nostrils. Prey. This place had so much prey. So packed together, so closed in. It didn't care when the fleshings screamed in fear, or when one in blue began shooting hot pebbles at it. These were nuisances. The Wendigo roared in anticipation as it eyed a few choice morsels. Let the feast begin!

"WENDIGO!"

 

preyforheaven:

Exodus was quite happy to finally be having a chance to do something. But he wasn't going anywhere yet. Not with the exertions his Lord was engaging in.

Fresh-baked bread -- yes, a 12th-century soldier can bake -- with butter. Plenty of ice water. And he takes it to go check on his master.


Later, he can go find the children.

monochromesight:

Scott Summers looked down at the stacks of paperwork and information on his desk with a critical eye. Trade agreements, delivery manifests and personnel reports were among the top things that he needed to find time to deal with. He also had to schedule time to talk to everyone in the various areas of Utopia on the progress of rebuilding from Bastion's attack. His people, both the X-Men and mutants in general, have been through so much recently that it was wonder they hadn't broken yet. Of course, there were many that did.

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omega_phoenix:

Dr. McCoy hadn't been able to discern anything wrong with Jean and that itself was disconcerting.  She'd had Cerebro try to check her out as well, but she still read with the same mutant powers she'd always had.  That was even weirder.  No one visibly seemed much bothered and Jean decided not to probe into minds of her friends and team to see what they were really thinking, but there was an uneasiness.  Something wasn't right and she knew it which is why she decided her best bet to get to the bottom of the issue was to try to recreate it.  She'd asked Scott to meet her in the Danger Room.  Any other X-Man who wanted to come was invited as well, but with the caveat that things could get really weird.  She wasn't sure who would show up and with that other bit of uncertainty in mind, she waited for others to arrive so they could get this party started.

omega_phoenix:

The headache she'd had for the past two days had finally abated and Jean decided that since it was gone, it was a fine day to do some practice.  She felt weak since she'd return and she accounted for it in her sad amount of training.  Abilities were one thing, but you had to use them to be good with them.  She knew that and she knew that she'd simply gotten lazy, her mind turning flabby like an ab or an arm might.  She left Scott a note to let him know where she was--he'd been sleeping and while she could crawl into his head anytime she wanted, notes were still a sweet way to communicate--and then took off for the Danger Room.

A full-service workout was what she wanted so she started with low level drills.  Kid stuff, really, the kind of things they started students on.  Of course they were easily beaten and she steadily worked on more and more complicated scenarios, but instead of defeating them soundly, Jean had...trouble.  For the fourth simulation in a row, her telekineses failed, leaving her for dead in the simulation.  Suddenly, the room shut down.  It was the failsafe they had installed, but now an alert would be sent out that someone was practicing and in over their head.

And Jean should not have been in over her head.