outfromashes started following you

…. Jean?

areyoubeer:

redeyedleader:

areyoubeer:

redeyedleader:

areyoubeer replied to your post: Hey Slim… We gotta talk.

Maybe this ain’ the time. It’s hard t’ hear.

You brought it up. Now finish what you were going to say and then leave.

It’s Kit, Scott… She… -Logan sighed, he rarely used Scott’s real name but right now it was needed. He mentally cursed out Emma for not telling Scott herself.-

Her light went out on Cerebra.

-His shoulders stiffen even more, his face practically becoming unreadable as a new fresh wave of absolute mental and emotional agony hits him. First the news about his brother and now Kitty. He should of seen some type of sign the moment he received that letter. His voice comes out colder than before;-

…. I need to go.

-Logan nodded once and turned to leave, giving the man his space. He paused briefly and looked back-

Only thing we know fer sure was it was self-inflicted. Kit o’ all people.

… Alright. Good to know.

-And with that, he walks away. He needed air at this point, possibly a scream fest in the Danger Room. He wasn’t sure yet but the need to possibly break something was in order.-

areyoubeer:

redeyedleader:

areyoubeer replied to your post: Hey Slim… We gotta talk.

Maybe this ain’ the time. It’s hard t’ hear.

You brought it up. Now finish what you were going to say and then leave.

It’s Kit, Scott… She… -Logan sighed, he rarely used Scott’s real name but right now it was needed. He mentally cursed out Emma for not telling Scott herself.-

Her light went out on Cerebra.

-His shoulders stiffen even more, his face practically becoming unreadable as a new fresh wave of absolute mental and emotional agony hits him. First the news about his brother and now Kitty. He should of seen some type of sign the moment he received that letter. His voice comes out colder than before;-

…. I need to go.

areyoubeer replied to your post: Hey Slim… We gotta talk.

Maybe this ain’ the time. It’s hard t’ hear.

You brought it up. Now finish what you were going to say and then leave.

givenoapology sent:
Scott, you'll forgive my absence from Utopia. Rogue and I are searching for Katherine. Ororo tells me she's no longer being picked up by Cerebra. I've opted to bypass the technological judgement. I'll return once she's been found.

…. What do you mean ‘search’? Explain.

areyoubeer sent:
Hey Slim... We gotta talk.

Be quick. I have begin to prepare Alex’s funeral.

Visitations.

mistress-of-magnetism:

Lorna reached over and took Scott’s hand. Her own fingers shook a little, and she had to steady her voice in order to get the words out.

“Scott… I don’t know how to say this… but there was an accident.” She swallowed hard. “With Alex.”

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the pain about to hit Scott’s face. “Bobby and I both tried to save him, but we were too late. He’s…”

She couldn’t go on.

He was being irrationally rational within his head when he heard the news. The ‘tried to save him’ had clued him in the moment she uttered it and he just stared at Lorna for a fairly long time before his jaw set, shoulders straightening. Scott had only recently started to get along with his brother again and this… He did not need this. Sure, Lorna was in worse shape, obviously very upset to the point that she was put in this condition. Numbly patting her hand, he then pulls it away, allowing them to rest on his lap.

“… We’ll starts preparations for his funeral soon.” His voice was softer, though it was strained with emotion he was keeping at bay. Standing up, he then rests a hand on Lorna’s shoulder. “You can stay here as long as you need… Alright?”

(Source: redeyedleader)