Josh Foley

Walking in the woods.

He’d thought being away for as long as he had would render the space unfamiliar to him, yet Josh found himself wandering through the trees just like he’d done after being brought to the school; there was a slight comfort in their sameness.

" Ah, there it is. " he wondered when the urgency would be brought up. "Ach weiss du ( you know) if I could do that to a dog, I would too, don't forget to put him in the...guinessworld book..you get paid for records!"

“Not as funny as you, but still got my jokes.” Such as they were. “Nah, I don’t want to draw attention, otherwise everyone would want me to make their pets young again, make them young again.” Life and death were a natural cycle, he wanted to interfere with it as little as possible.

Josh ignored the return barb and instead piled his hair to the side and began to rub the towel over it… Not that his attempts to dry off did much good as a soaking wet golden retriever bounded in after him and promptly shook itself. “Dunno if you met S before I left.” He said, gesturing at the dog who did not anywhere near the eight years it should’ve been. “Hmm, less then you’d think.” He shrugged. He was still scared, cowardly and desperate… “I’m not staying, I just need to… clear something up.” 

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"Oh, hey Pixie." Josh got to his feet and looked down (quite far down) at the petite, fluttering figure. He let out a small Offt as she hugged him and he gently patted her back before letting go.

"Oh great... another traumatised-I-am-going-to-deflect-with-bad-humour mutant who doesn't plan to stay long but we all know that's a lie." His tail flickered.

"I thought it was pretty funny actually." he shrugged, but then monks weren't known for the best sense of humour. "I don't want to stay long Kurt, I'm too dangerous to hang around."

Ororo was strolling through the school, her eyes down and reading the notes she had to go over for the Professor. There were several things she wanted to address with the headmaster, especially given recent events. She did catch something out of the corner of her eyes and when she looked up she spotted a face she never thought she'd see again but boy was she glad that she did. "Josh! You're back!" She greeted, walking over and pulling him up to hug. "It's so good to see you. I didn't know you were coming back! When did you get in?"

He hadn't expected to come across Ororo so quickly, or maybe he'd just been hoping not to. He swallowed and wondered for a moment if she'd walk right past- then she was there and hugging him before he got to his feet. The first thing he noticed was that he might be a little taller than her now, the second was, "O-Ororo, don't, you'll get wet." he rumbled, voice deeper too, though he did hug her back gently, "I just got here, I didn't wanna track the water inside." he let her go and pulled his beanie off, "I guess I got some explaining to do..."

Did he spot him from 3 miles away? Yup. Was he going to welcome him with a smile, a hug, and some cookies? Nope. Josh wasn't lucky that Logan was at the institute, another day and maybe he would be able to dodge him. Logan went to the main hall, waiting patiently for this idiot to cross the main door, a towel in one of his hands. He gave him a short minute to deal with the crown and everything once arrived, before finally walking closer and throwing at him the towel, aiming for his head. "Dry up, or you gonna soak all the carpets of the damn place." He added, not looking really happy to see him.

Josh looked up at Logan as he walked inside... year apart did nothing to quell the mixture of panic and safety the man evoked. He recalled the man protecting him, a Skrull version of him trying to kill him... And then having to kill said Skrull. He closed his eyes, deep breath, in and out he did as the monks had taught him. If nothing else, they'd done a good job at helping him appear calm till he actually felt that way.

"No more than being blue and fuzzy does." Josh said quietly, looking up at Kurt and pulling his sopping beanie off and attempting to tug his hair back. "Oh you know, coping." he shrugged, "I don't plan to stay here for long, I just need to apologise to some people and... yea." he licked his lips and shrugged.

A rainy day. Jean felt a bit more at ease when it rained. The sound of it just had a calming nature. She was on her way to her office after a morning of classes and training , but stopped when she reached the foyer. Someone new, well not you, someone she had not felt in years.

Jean Grey, the telepath. He remembered her, though not in great deal; despite all his time spent at the school he'd not been the most social... Still wasn't really. "Unlike him, I don't own the building." he said quietly, his voice deeper than when they'd seen one another last.