Although the Lunar System is not a mutant themselves, they are an ally to mutants. Not only do they have mutant friends, but they also have a strong sense of justice. Besides, with them being Jewish, the anti-mutant sentiment reminds them all too well of similar bigotry that happened not so long ago.

Northstar is a polarizing figure, with some people viewing him as a radical pro-mutant terrorist while others consider him a hero. Others's opinion of the man matter little to the Lunar System. They will come to their own conclusions themselves.

@alphafight said: “you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”

． ． ．Teddy  peers  at  Jean-Paul  with  raised  brows  for  a  long  beat  after  he  speaks,  stunned  to  be  told  he’s  anything  but  a  dark  cloud  -  or  at  least,  shocked  that  it’s  coming  from  someone  other  than  Alison,  who  sees  the  good  in  everything  and  everyone.

 Northstar  holds  no  such  disposition.

“I…  well.  It  is  beautiful,”  Teddy  mumbles,  shrugging  a  shoulder  as  he  turns  back  to  the  scenery.  “The  day,  I  mean.  And  this  place.  Haven’t  seen  anything  like  it.  I  keep  thinking…  she  -  Krakoa.  All  of  this  is  her.”  A  living  island.  His  gaze  traces  the  jagged  patterns  of  bark  all  the  way  up  to  the  canopy.

Talking  had  been  easy  once,  hadn’t  it?  When  he  was  a  child,  and  then  again  in  his  twenties,  standing  at  the  front  of  a  classroom,  teaching  a  sea  of  young  faces  things  that  couldn’t  save  them  from  their  fates.  Now,  he  stands  in  a  place  that  is  meant  to  be  their  oasis,  but  all  he  can  see  are  the  roiling  waves  on  the  horizon.

“Not  every  vision  comes  to  be.”  Hard  to  make  sense  of  the  fractures,  hard  to  predict  a  series  of  events  from  the  mad  scribbles  of  a  fading  dream.  “All  the  bad  stuff…  it  makes  it  hard  to  see.  Sometimes.  Everything  is  foggy  and  dark.”

It’s  taken  him  a  very  long  time  to  crawl  out  of  those  depths;  even  still,  he  finds  himself  stumbling.  Still,  there  is  this  pit  in  his  stomach.

“But  the  good  things  are  still  there,  if  you  look.  I  -  I  guess,  uh.  Guess  I  just…  make  space  for  them.  Try  to  find  them.”  Clairvoyance  demands  some  kind  of  anchor.

"Yes. I know. Whatever would you all do without me?" Emma responded, keeping her gaze trained on her fingernails as if inspecting them for some sort of flaw. There was no doubt in her mind that if the unthinkable were to happen, her absence would be felt, but not in the same way someone like Jean-Paul's would. Someone with more of a family. It would be more likely that people would mourn the loss of the White Queen rather than Emma.

@alphafight asked: what was all that yelling about?

"Nothing." Came Rogue's sharp reply, though a cursory glance at the state of her room told a different story. Shards of the full length mirror stationed next to her closet were strewn about the floor with Anna Marie standing there in the mess, one hand clutching at her head. Despite the outburst that draw the other mutant to her location, Rogue had managed to not cause herself injury in taking out her frustrations on the inanimate object.

“the x-factor has received death threats in the form of an ominously cryptic message – a mediocre impersonation of the riddler, honestly – and aurora hasn’t come back home last night,” northstar explains fast, paradoxically calm and agitated, trying to keep it together and not jump to the worst conclusions about his sister who absolutely has the right to do as she pleases, just that — he worries, to the point of hovering. “everyone else is present.”

he sighs again.

“tell me she’s here at the academy, working overtime, and simply forgot to charge her phone yet again like the fool she is, please.”

"OH, PLEASE, BARGE IN why don't you? You know how I so love to be interrupted." Eyes of pure crystal watch as he paces back and forth, doing well to hide her own irritation towards the sudden intrusion. She can, however, appreciate the time and intensity put towards worrying about his sister -- as she, too, had gained an odd sort of fondness for the luminous lady.

"Calm yourself, your sister is fine." A definite statement, no room for questioning. "She stayed with me last night, that is all. As for whether her phone has charge.. I would assume not, but she is in the counselling office, if you really must reach her."

Emma doesn't elaborate, doesn't delve deeper into why the speedster stayed with her, she just simply leaves it at that -- much to the apparent bewilderment of one Jean-Paul Beaubier.

The death threats themselves are of mild interest -- nothing new, of course, but a mediocre impersonation of the riddler is a wildly entertaining description. Nothing that couldn't be handled, just another bug to be squashed, life would go on afterwards, but if any harm really were to come to anyone..