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[shadowsfound]

Kevin's sitting at the bar, having a late dinner.

He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some

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[will_scarlett]

Will knows that look and comes over with two tankards of ale,

"Fair eve, Kevin, what 'ave the maps done to ye?"

(OOC: Fade their old thread and just do this one?)

[shadowsfound]

Sadly, where Kevin's from, he's not yet of legal drinking age. Bar may vanish said tankard in favor of something either caffeinated or at least nonalcoholic before he can get ahold of it.

"Hey, Will." He manages a grin. "Nothin' a few burning logs or something wouldn't fix."

[will_scarlett]

Will's from a time without a legal drinking age so he forgets that, so Bar does take away the tankard,

"That bad, aye? Aught I can do to 'elp, got lots o'practice takin' on greater odds an such?"

[shadowsfound]

Kevin gives Bar a look.

He thinks that over, then asks a question. It's not meant to disagree or be
ungrateful; far from it. "Yeahh. These are pretty long. We could use the help, I think. But a question here; I'm thinking you must've met people who have magic or...can do unusual things, here. Yes?
I ask because if that--If you mistrust them, that could be a problem in this situation."
Nor does he want to wait til the middle of a fight to have to explain to Will that half or more of the people beside him, aren't strictly humans by some definition.