Rachel Grey-Ramsey (
nohoundsallowed) wrote2008-10-10 01:24 am
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Rachel Grey just appeared at the gates of Xavier's. No fanfare. No call. One minute there was an empty drive. The next there was a redhead in red leather standing there with a bag over her shoulder. She squinted up at the sun to get her bearings.
"Huh. I wasn't quite shooting for here, but this works."
She picked herself telekinetically up and placed herself on the other side of the gate. It was a nice day for a walk. Rachel strolled toward the main house, taking in how the place had changed since she last had been here. Maybe Sara was still around.
"Huh. I wasn't quite shooting for here, but this works."
She picked herself telekinetically up and placed herself on the other side of the gate. It was a nice day for a walk. Rachel strolled toward the main house, taking in how the place had changed since she last had been here. Maybe Sara was still around.
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The last thing she would want to greet Cyclops with was a 'Hi. Long time no see, and I helped Sara break her arm.'
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"That's the problem, keeping it up without starting a fire."
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"Or focus on the not starting a fire part before the mobility. Then again, it took me a few tries not to fling myself around with my telekinesis the first time. I thought hard and fell harder. Needed a very soft cushion to sit on for a day or so."
She smiled.
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"I think she does it with microwaves," she said a little distantly. "Firestar the once Hellion and then New Warrior, right?"
Several lifetimes in different eras sometimes made a jumble of things.
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She let herself down.
"But not all microwaves are the same, you know? Some don't heat things up as much."
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"We could look into getting into contact with her?" Technically, if Rachel thought about it, she could put a summons in, but this would probably be one of those times to go through the mundane channels. Firestar did have the displeasure of meeting Emma Frost after all. "Maybe have her visit to figure it out."
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She gave a wink as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
"I should report in before they set the dogs on me. I'll catch you later after I settle in."