The woman's psychic touch would briefly touch an ancient mind, filled with arcane knowledge and images of old battle fields. At the mouth of the ally there's a tall, coldly beautiful blond with the barest hint of worry in her eyes. The woman approaches carefully. "There is strange things a foot..." She mumbles to herself. "And I can't help to wonder if this may be Loki's doing or something else entirely."
Her mumbling gets a touch louder. "Hello? Are you alright?"
The feel of a mind so ancient causes her to frown. It's unfamiliar territory and she isn't so sure that she likes it. Not really anyway. Her whole body tenses slightly and she stares at that cold beauty before her.
"I'll be fine, thank you." Or as fine as someone who just fell out of the sky can be.
"You'll be arrested in the state you are in." She corrects gently, taking off her coat. It was a light affair, in dark grey. On the valkyrie it reached midthigh and she was a tall woman. "I am Gard. Let me help you, please."
That gets an almost relaxed smile out of the red head. What people didn't know. No one would arrest. Not when they couldn't get a hold of her. However, she didn't know this woman before her. "Why would you help me?"
It was rare for Kitty to be alone, but she had asked for the afternoon to do some shopping by herself. She had left the baby with John at work and gone into the city. If someone had asked her why she wouldn't have been able to explain the feeling she was having. She would just call it a need for some 'me' time and leave it at that.
Kitty was on her way to her second shop when something caught her eye down the alley. A flash of red hair - and upon a closer look, far too much bare skin for this part of the city. Her ever-helpful nature led her into the alley and toward the woman on the ground.
"Are you alright?" she asked, keeping her voice soft and calm. Years of approaching terrified teenage mutants had taught her a lot about talking to strangers in a calming manner.
For a moment Jean's not sure what's going on. There were so many voices in her head and they wouldn't be quiet. Then her mind brushed along another. One that was familiar to her. What was she doing out here?
"Kitty?"
It comes out a bit hoarse if only because she did just come back from the dead.
That voice was familiar even if it was scratchy - but it wasn't possible. It couldn't be her. She was dead - had been dead for years. Sure, Kitty hadn't been there to see it, she had been running away from the scene with everyone else. But there's no way Logan would have lied about it.
"Jean?"
Kitty's steps slowed as she got closer. It had to be a trick. She phased just to be safe and kneeled down to see the woman better.
Unfortunately not everything or everyone for that matter stays dead. The Phoenix had decided that the red head was needed more here. Now. Not dead where she couldn't do any good. There's a slight smile out of her at the sound of the voice. Even if it sounded unsure to her.
((OOC: Tentatively placing this after Kitty or someone brings Jean into the BPRD, if that's OK.))
It had been a long day. Hell, it had been a long couple of days. Amy taking off without warning still weighed on Logan's mind, and then Sarah dragging him off to Fae for Victor's coronation... Like he needed to see that. At least he'd had some time getting used to the idea of Victor as Unseelie king, what with his pretending to be king before, but it still didn't make Logan happy. Most everything in his life was a damn mess right now.
Maybe it was just in his head, but on the whole, Logan felt like he'd been calmer and more balanced since coming to the BPRD. Right now, however, his thoughts were as jumbled as ever, constantly clashing and presumably very loud. All he wanted, when he returned to the BPRD, was to go to his room, down a couple of beers, and hopefully calm down a bit. If all else failed, Sarah might help him with that later.
Jean wasn't sure how she felt about the place she'd been brought into. Her mind had cataloged everything that had happened. Memorized what needed to happen and what didn't. So it wasn't too much longer that she was left to her own devices.
Though while she was walking around the area she feels his mind. Another that was so familiar to her. However, she didn't truly know where exactly it was at. Where he was at.
The voice in his head stopped him dead in his tracks. He'd been away from telepaths - at least, that kind of telepath - for so long, he was no longer used to it. And then, that voice...
Standing still, he tried to organize his thoughts, mental defenses going up instinctively before he carefully forced them down again - to a degree. It was hard to focus, harder not to hope. After all, he couldn't have heard her. He knew better than anyone that she was dead.
... Jean?
His mental voice was hesitant, and not only because he wasn't used to thinking at people anymore. Part of him wanted there to be no response. It would be easier if it was just a fluke. He wouldn't have to worry that he was losing his goddamn mind if he'd just imagined hearing her.
There was something hesitant in that thought voice and she didn't like it. She could feel herself bristle slightly just at the thought of what had done it. Though she didn't know exactly where he was at.
Where are you?
Not that she couldn't find him on her own but she wanted him to tell her.
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Her mumbling gets a touch louder. "Hello? Are you alright?"
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"I'll be fine, thank you." Or as fine as someone who just fell out of the sky can be.
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Kitty was on her way to her second shop when something caught her eye down the alley. A flash of red hair - and upon a closer look, far too much bare skin for this part of the city. Her ever-helpful nature led her into the alley and toward the woman on the ground.
"Are you alright?" she asked, keeping her voice soft and calm. Years of approaching terrified teenage mutants had taught her a lot about talking to strangers in a calming manner.
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"Kitty?"
It comes out a bit hoarse if only because she did just come back from the dead.
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"Jean?"
Kitty's steps slowed as she got closer. It had to be a trick. She phased just to be safe and kneeled down to see the woman better.
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It's me, Kitty.
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It had been a long day. Hell, it had been a long couple of days. Amy taking off without warning still weighed on Logan's mind, and then Sarah dragging him off to Fae for Victor's coronation... Like he needed to see that. At least he'd had some time getting used to the idea of Victor as Unseelie king, what with his pretending to be king before, but it still didn't make Logan happy. Most everything in his life was a damn mess right now.
Maybe it was just in his head, but on the whole, Logan felt like he'd been calmer and more balanced since coming to the BPRD. Right now, however, his thoughts were as jumbled as ever, constantly clashing and presumably very loud. All he wanted, when he returned to the BPRD, was to go to his room, down a couple of beers, and hopefully calm down a bit. If all else failed, Sarah might help him with that later.
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Though while she was walking around the area she feels his mind. Another that was so familiar to her. However, she didn't truly know where exactly it was at. Where he was at.
Logan.
[ooc: It works either way we go. lol]
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Standing still, he tried to organize his thoughts, mental defenses going up instinctively before he carefully forced them down again - to a degree. It was hard to focus, harder not to hope. After all, he couldn't have heard her. He knew better than anyone that she was dead.
... Jean?
His mental voice was hesitant, and not only because he wasn't used to thinking at people anymore. Part of him wanted there to be no response. It would be easier if it was just a fluke. He wouldn't have to worry that he was losing his goddamn mind if he'd just imagined hearing her.
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Where are you?
Not that she couldn't find him on her own but she wanted him to tell her.
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