#bonetoadamantium

Evening crept in faster than Angie wanted.  The late April evening lent itself to more daylight, but night had to fall at some point, and as the shadows began to get longer, Angie started to get jumpy.  Funny how the more she tried to deny that something as impossible as a werewolf, the more ominous it felt to her.  Like there was some daemon lurking over her shoulder.  Just to be sure, Angie checked over her shoulder in case there was some kind of wolf shadow following her down the road.  But no, the street lamps and the dying sun only projected her usual shadow onto the brown stone buildings past which she walked on her way home.  

Suddenly, the smell of fresh growth and soft leaves filled her nose, and Angie stopped to sniff the air, a smile coming to her face.  This wasn’t so bad.  She rolled her shoulders, relaxing noticeably.  She breathed in again, and continued to walk home.  Flowers.  The salt air from the bay.  Garbage.  Actually...it was pretty interesting garbage.  

No.  Absolutely not.  Angie was only thinking these things because a couple of strange Sorcerers had planted the idea in her head that she was supposed to be acting like a wolf.  It was completely ridiculous that she’d think these things.  She kept walking, trying to focus on other things. Anything else would--chicken.  

@scott-summers-was-right @bonetoadamantium

Remy’s boots thumped down the hallway, his leather trench coat billowing out as he moved through the throng of students that littered the corridor. Classes were out, which means he was a free man. His weekend was about to start and as Logan and he had planned, so was Summers’. The guy needed to loosen up, both Logan and Remy agreed on this. They didn’t always agree on things, but this they’d agreed on from the start.

While Logan was off getting the car, Remy had been charged with going to get Scott. A choice not completely of his own design, but considering the three of them, Remy held the least animosity towards Scott. At least currently… Maybe. There was still a little that hung in the air after their recent trip in the jet. It had not gone according to any plan. Which, Remy knew was his fault but he wasn’t about to admit that to the likes of Summers. He’d never hear the end of it and then he’d have to kill the guy. Logan would thank him. Lorna would not.

Remy hadn’t been sure where to find Scott, the guy had a way of vanishing without a trace and even the best thief couldn’t always locate him, but thanks to the amazing powers of Charles Xavier Remy found Summers in the rec room easy enough. Apparently the good old professor was aware of his and Logan’s plan and all for it. It kind of made Remy chuckle to think that Professor X agreed with them. Scott Summers needed to lighten up. He supposed, currently, he understood why the guy was wound tighter than a two dollar watch, what with the ex wife suddenly not being dead… but in Remy’s opinion that was all the more reason to let loose.

Alex was back though it wasn’t widely known. He’d spend a few years abroad, working for MI-13 when he could. They weren’t as excepting of a yank as he would have liked, but he’d won over Wisdom in a few tight spots when he’d pulled his people out of scraped they hadn’t been ready for. 

He wasn’t working for Pete right now, though. He’d been taken on part-time with Serval, which had been a strategic thing as he’d learned Lorna had joined the team. He’d been trying for a while to find her, but she’d either gone to ground or was deliberately covering her tracks. He’d only recently learned where she was, but it didn’t seem to matter. He’d come back and she’d avoided him, looked right through him and flat out refused to address him. When it came to cold shoulders, Lorna Dane could give Iceman a run for his money. 

It didn’t matter, though, he’d get her back. Somehow. He just needed to give her space. Even if he’d given her three years of it already. 

Alex needed to sort his own life out, though. It wasn’t just about Lorna. It was about him. He’d messed up but it hadn’t just been her he’d left. It had been everyone. Alex had left everything and everyone for a woman he barely knew. It had easily been the biggest mistake of his life. 

Tonight, though, he wasn’t interested in thinking about any of that shit. He’d called up an old friend to see if he wanted to get together. Have a few beers, shoot some pool or darts. Shit, Alex didn’t care what it was, just anything to get him out of his head where he was constantly reminded of how much he’d fucked up. 

Remy had finally gotten settled in the mansion, learned his way around and made a few friends along the way. That was something, at least, he wasn’t making enemies. He couldn’t say he cared for the students all that much. Remy didn’t normally dislike children though they were hardly his cuppa tea, but some of them just made the idea of teaching rather distasteful. 

More than that, though, it was the idea of being grounded in one place that needled him a bit. He was a wanderer. He moved around. He needed open spaces and new locations though he also needed contact with people. Contact that wasn’t students. 

He’d been considering a trip out of the mansion for a few weeks, now. He was getting restless and it was making him tense. Remy tense was never a good thing. Things exploded with a bit more force and ferocity when he was tense and antsy. He had less control over his touch and he doubted the Professor would appreciate any more statues exploding. 

He spread the deck of cards in his hand and flipped the middle card up to look at it. “Da two of disks,” he said out loud looking down at the Tarot deck. “Well, den, dat settles it. I’m outta here for da weekend.” The card didn’t mean specifically that he needed to leave, more that he needed to accept change, which Remy was always willing to accept, especially if he was the one doing the changing.

He turned on his heels, heading back toward the wing where his room was so that he could back a few things and grab the keys to a bike before getting out of there. The last time he’d left, he’d taken nothing and he’d ended up gone for a week. He wasn’t going to take that chance again.