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| A Night To Remember; 5/20-very early mng - Moira/Rahne | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 3 2012, 01:37 PM (111 Views) | |
| Moira MacTaggert | Oct 3 2012, 01:37 PM Post #1 |
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With a muffled groan and a beleaguered sigh of resignation, Moria threw back the covers and sat up on the bed. She might've grumbled more than a bit at the unexpected mental awakening at any other time, but tonight was one of the rare times that the geneticist let it be and simply got herself up, dragging her sleep bedraggled brain up from the ether and forcing it into motion much as she did the rest of her. It complained, of course, quite like her old bones which were none to pleased to be forced from a warm bed in the wee hours of the morning, as the clock at her bedside so cheerily pointed out in large, glowing numbers. She needed coffee, but there'd be little time for that. She'd just have to make do. What'ere had prompted Rachel to wake her at such an hour, Moira could only hope it was news of their lost people, and she could only hope that news was good. Though she trusted the group that'd been spirited away to see to themselves until they could get them back from whatever godforsaken world that eejit girl had sent them, she'd rather it be in the way of sooner than of later. Standing, she indulged in a bit of a stretch before reaching up to quickly smooth down the worst of her sleep-tousled head of auburn hair, then reached for her glasses from the nightstand. She'd not get far without those and there was likely no one wanted her to appear in nothing but her nightdress because she couldn't find her robe. Emma Frost she wasn't (the hussy), to be parading about in her underthings. Said robe was draped over the chair near the bed and, slipping her feet into her thankfully warm bedroom slippers, she reached for it and belted it securely around her. Shuffling over to the dresser, she stifled a yawn and took another second to smooth down some unruly hairs that had escaped her fingers efforts to tame them. Well, she was likely as presentable as she'd be this ungodly hour. So might as well get on with it, as soon as someone was good enough to tell her what, exactly, she was to get on with. Aye, it had been quite the interesting day or two and apparently was going to be more interesting still. |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 10 2012, 05:52 PM Post #2 |
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Getting up to her mother’s room didn’t take Rahne very long at all, once she’d finally extricated herself from the group on the lawn. She was fairly certain - or at least, almost close to fairly certain, which she felt was about as fair as you could get given that Yana was being Yana, Rachel was being some combination of the Phoenix and Alex when he was feeling cranky, and the new people were being lost and confused - that there’d be nay one killing any one else, or trying to banish them to timestreams and hell dimensions and the like. Hopefully. Though really, if there were, her mother probably had a much better shot at talking any of them down than she herself did, even without any mutant powers at all, so this was still the best strategy for helping in that case too. Or at least, so she was telling herself, very firmly. Sometimes that helped with believing things, and Rahne was hoping this was one of them. Between her nose and the memory of having to help her mother to bed the night before, finding the right door out of all the ones down the guest room hallway wasn’t very hard, but once outside it, Rahne paused a moment. What was the polite thing to do, when possibly waking - or not actually waking, since Rachel said she was doing that, but certainly interrupting - one’s mother in the middle of the night? When put like that, it did seem like the sort of thing that would have come up before - that must have come up before, really, given the sort of lives they lived. But still, it was something to be thinking on a moment. Knocking seemed like a good start, but she should probably say something too, and the first thing that had come to her mind was ‘Are you decent?’. Which seemed either awfully impolite, or possibly just something she didna really want to ken the answer to. In the end, Rahne settled for knocking - a wee bit diffidently, even to her ears, but it was late, and she was familiar enough with her mother’s temper when operating on less than adequate supplies of sleep to ken that even being her adopted daughter was no ironclad guarantee of avoiding the sair tongue Moira could employ when fashed. “Mummy?” she called softly through the door. “It’s Rahne. Sorry to be bothering you at this time of night, but Rachel sent me up to make sure you’d got the message about coming down to the library.” There... that was safe enough, nay? |
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| Moira MacTaggert | Oct 11 2012, 02:18 PM Post #3 |
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Mind waking up a bit at a time, it began whirling through all the various things that might require a telepathic wake up call in the middle of the night, good and bad. Mostly, they were to the bad side of things, and Moira sighed softly as she gathered herself together and attempted something in the realm of presentable to deal with whatever calamity might've befallen them now. True, it could be good news, but in her experience that was rarely what came knocking in the wee hours of the morning. Still, Moira decided to fall on the side of optimism this once. The others were hard at work - work she'd have happily joined into if she'd thought she'd be of any real help - perhaps they'd had a breakthrough. Needed her downstairs to help Hank with physical assessments as they brought the vanished back home. This once, it could be that and she'd not argue with the bit of luck brought it if that were the case. Then there was a more literal knocking, one coming from the door to her room. Ah, that'd be someone to fetch her, then, and send her on her way to where ever it was they needed her. “Mummy?” The voice was, of course, familiar and Moira frowned, turning from the dresser and moving to the door. What on earth was Rahne doing up at this hour? Though she supposed worry for Sam and Kitty and the others might have her up and running errands to keep herself busy. “It’s Rahne. Sorry to be bothering you at this time of night, but Rachel sent me up to make sure you’d got the message about coming down to the library.” That had the frown deepening as she opened the door, giving her daughter a perplexed look. That all sounded like a great lot of nonsense and not at all what she'd have expected. ANd made her wonder what on earth Rachel might've gotten up to now. "'Tis an odd hour for a meeting, be it in the library or anywhere else," she commented, waving Rahne into the room as she stepped back, regarding her with concerned eyes. The lass looked perhaps a bit...well, she wasn't exactly sure, but perhaps ruffled might be a suitable word. "What's Rachel about this time of night? Have they found the others?" Rachel, with her unique and extraordinary powers might well be somehow involved in a retrieval, she supposed. So there was still hope it was that, and not some other calamity on top of what they'd already on their plate. |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 16 2012, 04:44 PM Post #4 |
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Her mother was frowning when she got to opening the door, and she neither looked nor smelled particularly happy. Not precisely irked, or at least not by Moira’s standards when it came to really being irked, but certainly baised. Confused, which perhaps was no very great thing to be surprised at. Not to mention that considering everything of the hour of the day, and the day itself, Rahne was a wee bit relieved to have only baising, without very much at all in the way of irking, to be getting along with. "'Tis an odd hour for a meeting, be it in the library or anywhere else," she commented, waving Rahne into the room as she stepped back, regarding her with concerned eyes. Rahne did her best to smile reassuringly back at her mother, so she wouldna have to keep smelling so concerned. But it wasn’t quite the easiest thing to do, when she wasn’t quite sure whether reassurance was warranted exactly, or... really, she wasn’t quite sure what was happening at all, except that it was unco strange and fankled - and, as her mother had pointed out, definitely an odd sort of time. "What's Rachel about this time of night? Have they found the others?" Rahne always did try to make a point of being nothing but completely and entirely honest with her mother, no matter what the question was (which had been more than a wee bit awkward when it came to matters regarding Rictor, but... och, she’d be blushing if she let herself think about those conversations even now, so she’d best not be thinking on them at all). But this one was one of the ones that made that resolution sair set, just because of all the complicated things that she was rather sure she hadna understood at all. Perhaps none of them had, to be sure - well, none of them except Rachel, who certainly had been acting like she’d understood an awful lot, just not telling them about it. So it took her a moment to compose her harns into something resembling proper thinking, and then the Scots girl still shrugged to begin her explanation. “Och... weeelll - I suppose it would depend on who you were asking,” she told her mother, uncomfortably aware that that was the sort of wishy washy sort of an answer that Moira herself would probably be far too smart to ever give. “And who you mean by the others. And... well, it’s all awfully fankled, Mummy.” She sighed, rubbing at her nose with one hand, as if there might possibly be some of the mystery smell of Limbo still in there and fankling it up. Best with her mother to at least try to explain right away, instead of wandering around with caveats like she had been, and she did ken that. Really she did. “You remember how Peter and I went with Illyana to Limbo to try to find where they’d been taken?” she asked then, recalling the all too brief conversation she’d had with her mother on the dancefloor before that trip, that had been so very entirely useless on the part of her and Peter, at least. “Well, she - Illyana, I mean - came back, got me out of bed, and said that she’d found Kitty in her scrying television mirror. Only... well, when she went to send a portal to bring her back-” Ach, and now there were too many pronouns floating about. “Her being Kitty, I mean,” Rahne clarified, before continuing, “I dinna ken exactly, but something went a wee bit sclentit, and she didna bring back Kitty. Not our Kitty, anyway - the Kitty from the other universe, and four people who I’ve never seen before. Only they seem to ken me, and they said they kent you too.” Which was most of it, Rahne decided, as she concluded with another slighty hopeless sort of a shrug, regarding her mother with slightly widened, confused eyes. Or at least, it was most of the parts she’d understood, and the parts where no one had been yelling at anyone else, or being irritated with each other, which hopefully wouldn’t turn out to be the important part, for everyone’s sake. |
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| Moira MacTaggert | Oct 17 2012, 03:15 PM Post #5 |
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Odd. T'was really the only thing she could say for it, though it was hardly the first bit of oddness they'd had the last days. Still, Moira would've preferred meeting to be set other times than in the wee hours of the morning when she barely had her wits about it. Rahne, bless the lass, was doing her best to reassure her with her smile that nothing was truly amiss, at least not with herself at least. The biologist could only hope that held for everyone else as well. But the odd hour, even for Rachel Summers, to be calling her to meetings, and the idea that Rachel would be calling meetings to start, was a bit troubling. She'd have expected Kurt, were it news about the misplaced. When she put the thought to question, though, Rahne seemed to take a wee bit to work it through and Moria's brows rose as she regarded her daughter in a mixture of curiosity and returning concern. It seemed a simple enough question, but then they were speaking of the X-Men and Excalibur and all the other heaving great masses of spandex running about. Little was simple where they were all concerned. Apparently this was no different. Finally, Rahne shrugged and began with, “Och... weeelll - I suppose it would depend on who you were asking,” she told her mother, uncomfortably aware that that was the sort of wishy washy sort of an answer that Moira herself would probably be far too smart to ever give. “And who you mean by the others. And... well, it’s all awfully fankled, Mummy.” Fankled, was it? Well, there wasn't anything that was a surprise at all. The auburn haired woman shook her head and let out a lengthy sigh, seeing any chance for for rest this night evaporate into so much smoke. "Aye, I've no doubt of that, lass," she agreed, reaching out to lay a hand gently on Rahne's shoulder. "It's been naught but a great boorach from the start. Just tell me as best ye can," Moira encouraged with more patience that she might've otherwise had, but Rahne seemed truly at something of a loss. Which only served to reinforce her line of thinking that this was yet more troubles, dumping themselves onto their doorstep. Sighing, Rahne rubbed at her nose as if trying to clear away an unpleasant scent, then began again. “You remember how Peter and I went with Illyana to Limbo to try to find where they’d been taken?” Moira nodded, both in agreement and for her to continues. She remembered well enough. It'd been a well enough idea, though hadn't seemed work as hoped. “Well, she - Illyana, I mean - came back, got me out of bed, and said that she’d found Kitty in her scrying television mirror. Only... well, when she went to send a portal to bring her back-” Ach, and now there were too many pronouns floating about. “Her being Kitty, I mean,” Rahne clarified, before continuing, “I dinna ken exactly, but something went a wee bit sclentit, and she didna bring back Kitty. Not our Kitty, anyway - the Kitty from the other universe, and four people who I’ve never seen before. Only they seem to ken me, and they said they kent you too.” Brows furrowed, and expression slightly bewildered, it took the geneticist a moment or two to sort through all that and make sense of it as Rahne shrugged at her helpless. It was a, she decided at length, a great deal more than a bit fankled. "In the name of the wee man," Moira sighed, rubbed the bridge of her nose and then threw up her hands, eyes widening in mingled astonishment and not a small amount of irritation. "Are you telling me we've now not only lost people somewhere in the multidimensional ether, but Illyana's managed to bring over another group not e'en ours?" People that knew Rahne, and her, by some fashion she couldn't imagine, since Rahne seemed not to be familiar with them herself. And a duplicate Kitty Pryde. Aye, t'was going to be a long night. And no wonder Rachel was calling meetings in the wee hours. T'was a wonder she hadn't set up alarm all over the entire house. "Should they not be calling for Kurt, though," she asked, turning back to Rahne and not quite certain how her presence might help, considering she could do little more than check them for injuries at the moment, and certainly would be little good in getting them back where they were from. "Or are some of them injured or needing some kind of care?" Mayhap Illyana herself, now that she thought on it, if Rachel's temper had let loose again. |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 19 2012, 05:58 PM Post #6 |
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Fankled. She’d been saying it an awful lot, Rahne knew, and thinking it even more than that. But if there were another word that summed up everything that had happened this day and night, especially since Illyana had shaken her awake, it wasn’t one that she knew. Which was even more of a pity than her normal occasional half-hearted despairations over her own rather local vocabulary, because it would have been so very helpful, right now, to have better command of words, to explain the situation to her mother. Still, the gentle hand that was laid on her shoulder - so very sweet, and very patient with her, as Mummy always was, even when she was being, quite frankly, a bit eediotical - and the suggestion to simply try as best she could, without worrying too much over making even more of a bourach of it than it already was went a long way. As did a quick, though not very surreptitious rub of her nose, as if that might clear the memory of the scent of Limbo from it. And from there, Rahne managed to work through passing on most of the basic details, at least as far as she’d been able to understand any of them. Judging by her mother’s expression, and even more by her scent - or at least, that was the one Rahne was more inclined to trust, when dealing with most people - it wasn’t only her that had been baised and davered by the whole situation. Though perhaps in her mother’s case, that could be only because she herself hadn’t made much of a good explanation. But... aye well, she had done her best, as far as that went toward anything, which Rahne still suspected probably wasn’t very far at all. "In the name of the wee man," Moira sighed, rubbed the bridge of her nose and then threw up her hands, eyes widening in mingled astonishment and not a small amount of irritation. "Are you telling me we've now not only lost people somewhere in the multidimensional ether, but Illyana's managed to bring over another group not e'en ours?" “Aye...” Rahne replied, wrinkling her nose a little uncomfortably. That really didn’t sound very good at all, when put back to her like that, but... well, the new Kitty and Gabe and the others had already been irritated with Illyana even before Rachel started, and she felt a wee bit bad to be *(even unintentionally) adding another person to the list of people who were bothered at her Russian teammate. “But... umm... she might have accidentally saved them from being killed by Sentinels,” she offered in Illyana’s defence, though not with perhaps as much especial conviction about what she was saying as she should maybe have tried, for sparing Illyana. "Should they not be calling for Kurt, though," she asked, turning back to Rahne, "Or are some of them injured or needing some kind of care?" Rahne looked back at her mother, forehead wrinkling as she considered that. She hadn’t even paused to think about whether it was strange, when Rachel had given her instructions, but come to think of it now that someone very much smarter than herself had pointed it out... aye, that was really a wee bit odd not to have asked for Kurt. “Och... I amn’t sure,” she answered thoughtfully, then frowned, when she realised it hadn’t come out thoughtful at all. Or not very understandably so, so she corrected herself with, “I mean, nay, I dinna think any of are injured. They didna smell hurt, just... well, confused, and a wee bit fashed. A lot fashed.” Though the others - Gabe and his friends - had seemed relieved to hear that her mother was coming, but it hadn’t seemed quite that Rachel had been asking for her to relieve their feelings. Perhaps she should just continue to explain a wee bit more about what had happened, and perhaps Mummy would see something else that she’d missed. “But Rachel was yollering at Yana about being irresponsible, and then... well, I think she must have been searching through one of the lads’ minds, because she was looking at him awfully intently, all through him, you ken? Like she does sometimes.” Rahne couldn’t quite keep her shoulders from a wee shiver when she thought of that. Rachel could be perfectly nice, when she wanted to be, and when she wasn’t wanting to be so cheerful that you could barely breathe for all of it, but when she was like that, with the glowing eye and the powers she usually just called the Force, she was more than a wee bit eerie. Rahne shrugged that away though - it was silly, and not very helpful, especially not now when it wasna relevant, and then finished up with, “And when she came out of it, she asked me to get you. Well, she asked for Corsair first. And then you. And then the Professor, but she didna ask for Kurt while I was there.” |
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| Moira MacTaggert | Oct 20 2012, 08:08 PM Post #7 |
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Wasn't this a fine kettle of fish they had now? Not only missing people of their own, sent off on some god forsaken place on a teenager's whim, but now they'd a gaggle of others, apparently, brought in by one of Excalibur's own in some sort of 'accident' Moira neither could, nor wanted to, imagine the circumstances of. What Rahne had told her already was more than enough for her poor, sleep addled brain to try and process. “Aye...” Rahne confirmed, sounding and looking uncomfortable as Moira let out a long sigh and gave her daughter's shoulder a gentle squeeze. She was likely no happier about these middle of the night histrionics than the auburn haired woman was herself, but nothing to do but bear it. And see to what they might do to correct it all. "But... umm... she might have accidentally saved them from being killed by Sentinels,” she added, by way of either further explanation or some mitigating of Illyana's decision. Moria wasn't entirely certain, and it could well be both, but that only deepened her general befuddlement. "Sentinels? Aye, well, I suppose that's something in all of this." They'd known the world their people were sent to was fair riddled with those, so it didn't come as much comfort that these four mysterious new people and a duplicate Kitty Pryde had been saved from their clutches. It hardly bode well for their own missing ones. Yet still, with all that, it seemed to her it should be Kurt they were calling in, not herself. Though if someone were injured or in need of care, and with Hank surely immersed in other matters, that would well enough explain it. Rahne gave her a somewhat perplexed look and Moira rubbed at her own forehead a bit. Right then, not to do with injuries, but that still begged the question of what need they had of her in this. “Och... I amn’t sure,” she answered thoughtfully, then frowned, when she realised it hadn’t come out thoughtful at all. Or not very understandably so, so she corrected herself with, “I mean, nay, I dinna think any of are injured. They didna smell hurt, just... well, confused, and a wee bit fashed. A lot fashed.” Having been more than a bit fashed in her own right o'er all this during the course of the day, the geneticist could well understand that. Mayhap they wanted her simply as a familiar face, since it seemed the new people knew of her, and of Rahne, in their world. If it would help keep the peace, she could hardly refuse, nor would she, even if it meant yet further loss of sleep. “But Rachel was yollering at Yana about being irresponsible, and then... well, I think she must have been searching through one of the lads’ minds, because she was looking at him awfully intently, all through him, you ken? Like she does sometimes.” Rahne gave a wee shiver and Moira sent her as warm, reassuring a smile as she could manage given the time, giving her shoulders a gentle hug with one arm and nodding her own understanding. Rachel was quite the impressive, and sometimes fearsome, sight when she was of a mood, though she wasn't much liking the idea of the lass just randomly rooting about in others heads, for all she'd likely to do them no real harm. "And when she came out of it, she asked me to get you. Well, she asked for Corsair first. And then you. And then the Professor, but she didna ask for Kurt while I was there.” And yet more puzzlement, Moira decided, shaking her head as it all only seemed to become increasingly muddled the more she heard. "Christopher Summers?" she repeated, with that frown burrowing a line deeper into her forehead. "Charles, aye, he'd likely need to know, but I dinne ken what on earth Corsair might be needed for." Though she supposed there was only one way to find out, and that was wade full on into what was sure to be the newest madness in a thoroughly mad day. Settling her glasses in place, the scientist let out another long sigh and looked at the younger woman. "Nothing for it, I suppose, but to see to it and try to sort is as best it can be sorted." Which she'd be hard put to convince would be very sorted at at all at this juncture. "Do ye wish to come along? Or would ye rather get back to your rest? I'd not blame you for having your fill of those two lasses sniping at one another," since they all hit their fill of that from time to time, heaven knew, "and all the rest of it, for that matter." |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 22 2012, 03:41 PM Post #8 |
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Her mother didn’t exactly sound perfectly well mollified by hearing of how Illyana’s accidental teleportation of unsuspecting people had probably saved their lives. But maybe a wee bit mollified, at the least, Rahne thought. Which for now, would probably have to do, because she couldn’t think of anything much else to say that might help there. Her mother’s next question, regarded why it had been her that Rachel had asked for, rather than Kurt, who was the leader of Excalibur, not to mention calm and experienced with matters both interdimensional and as pertained to the wrangling of Rachel and Illyana. But to that Rahne also didn’t have much that she could think to say either - if it was explainable by something, it would have to take a person smarter than her - except to answer the specific parts of her mother’s questions with everything she could remember observing about it. They - the newcomers - werena injured, just fashed. That part she was sure enough of. Anything to do with what had been going on through Rachel’s mind when she’d been jumping around from her yollering to the eerie staring that she could do, to barking orders... well none of that made very much sense at all. At least not to Rahne. And though her mother very kindly pulled her into a gentle one-armed hug which made her feel rather better about the memory of how Marvel Girl could look seem to be looking into a person’s deepest soul with her powers, the way she was shaking her head and looking befuddled at the end of it, perhaps it wasn’t making any more sense to her altogether more well-equipped brain either. "Christopher Summers?" she repeated, with that frown burrowing a line deeper into her forehead. "Charles, aye, he'd likely need to know, but I dinne ken what on earth Corsair might be needed for." Rahne could only shrug her shoulders to that, because she also couldn’t exactly see a reason for Rachel to insist on her grandfather over the others - for she’d asked for him first too. “I amn’t quite sure. She seemed unco certain he needed to be there, though.” Perhaps because he was family? That psychic scream that the red-haired telepath had put up for her mother when Widget had first taken all their people... aye, family might be near the top of Rachel’s mind still. Though it wasn’t as if she’d asked for Havok, by that reckoning... "Nothing for it, I suppose, but to see to it and try to sort is as best it can be sorted," said her mother, settling her glasses in place. There was much of an air in that action of girding herself for battle, like the old Highlanders settling their claymores to the ready. For her part, Rahne felt a wee bit more cheered to see it, for all that her mother sounded more than a wee bit dubious over the prospect of getting it all unskrinked and into order. "Do ye wish to come along? Or would ye rather get back to your rest? I'd not blame you for having your fill of those two lasses sniping at one another," since they all hit their fill of that from time to time, heaven knew, "and all the rest of it, for that matter." With a frown, Rahne put her head to one side, considering the offer. She didna want to be interrupting or imposing herself onto any sort of important meeting, especially one that she hadn’t been specifically invited to. But all the same... the two girls had looked so sadly at her, and they’d all seemed so lost. And if it might make them feel better to see what they thought of as a familiar face, perhaps she could try to give them that, at least, while the others, like Rachel and the people she’d wanted to be there, focused on whatever it was that the telepath wanted them to be focusing on? But... “Och... well, I...” Rahne began, nose wrinkling as she tried to come to some sort of decision, but in one of those eerie feats of timing that Rachel could sometimes do just when you were thinking on a thing, the other woman’s voice was abruptly in her head. *Rahne - I left Katie Power sleeping in my bed when I came out to the lawn. She had a nightmare earlier, thought that everyone had left her. She’s still sleeping for the moment, but would you mind go sitting with her so that she’s not alone when she does wake up? Don’t think I can trust that I’ll be done with this before that happens.* Och... it had been many many years that she’d been living with telepaths, but whether for all the fankling, or just the late hour, Rahne could barely manage more than a nod - a physical one, but hopefully it was clear enough mentally too. Perhaps it was, because there were no further words in her head, and she was left rubbing her hand absently against her ear - the words hadn’t been going in there, anymore than the smell of Limbo went through her nose, but it was unco hard to convince her body of that. “Sorry,” she said to her mother, putting her attention back to her with an apologetic shrug for the interrupted thought. “Rachel just asked me to go watch over Katie Power. She’s worried over how the wee lass might feel if she wakes up all alone. So I’ll be there, in her room, if anyone needs me.” She paused a moment, worrying at her bottom lip, and then added earnestly, “The four of them... they seemed awfully... lost, Mummy. And sad, too. I hope you can find a way to help them.” If anyone at all could, it would be her mother, with God’s help. Perhaps even without him too, for she was awfully resourceful. |
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| Moira MacTaggert | Oct 25 2012, 01:35 PM Post #9 |
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Her poor, sleep-starved, chaos-addled brain was likely having a harder time making sense of this all than it should've. Then again, there'd been very little sense to be made of so very many things in the last half-day or so, that mayhap what wits she'd had left had just given up, taken a jog down to the hanger and were winging their way back to Scotland at this very moment. Fervently, for at least a moment, Moira wished they'd taken her with them. They'd lost people - in the middle of a wedding, found people - in Limbo in the middle of the night, now they were to be attending a meeting in the wee hours, called by Rachel (and there went her wits again, hitchiking toward Scotland) and apparently attended by herself, Corsair, possibly Charles. Poor Rahne could only shrug at her confused wonderings, since the lass seemed as much, if not more confused than herself, for all of having actually been there in person for this newest debacle to be flung upon them by Illyana's good graces and oft dubious choices. “I amn’t quite sure. She seemed unco certain he needed to be there, though.” Heaven forfend they not drag the poor man from his own warm bed if Rachel felt he should be, and Moira could only give a non-committal grunt in answer to that as she shook her head in bemused wonderment at it all. How on earth Kurt Wagner was managing not to get himself tangled into this she'd no idea, but she'd see to that once this bourach of whatever sort was handled. Then they were all going to speak, possibly at length, of some sort of protocol for rousing people from a perfectly good bed at all unchristian hours. "Well, we'll see to it soon enough," the geneticist assured her, settling her glasses onto her nose and asking her daughter if she might like to come along. Though why she would, Moira'd not imagine. Rahne, she imagined, had had well enough of this for the night, by the looks of things. Her frown was uncertain, however, and the auburn haired woman couldn't help but smile a bit. Just like her Rahne, to mull it all over, with all seriousness, if she felt she might be needed. Even at such as this, which already had her gey confused and uncertain. “Och... well, I...” the lass began and Moira's hand went to her shoulder again, reassuringly. She was welcome, if inclined, but no reason for her to bother herself further, were she not, and she was nigh to saying as much when Rahne got that odd, far away look on her face that she'd seen enough to know usually meant some telepath or other was poking into her head. Moira then did her best not to chuckle as Rahne nodded to whatever words were in her head, before proceeding to try to, apparently, rub them out of her ear, where they'd not been regardless. Aye, living with telepaths took some acclimation, even after years, and especially in the god-forsaken hours of the night. “Sorry,” she said to her mother though there was no need of that and Moira nodded amiably in hopes of assuring her of that. “Rachel just asked me to go watch over Katie Power. She’s worried over how the wee lass might feel if she wakes up all alone. So I’ll be there, in her room, if anyone needs me.” She paused a moment, worrying at her bottom lip, and then added earnestly, “The four of them... they seemed awfully... lost, Mummy. And sad, too. I hope you can find a way to help them.” At that, her face softened. How could it not, when her daughter, with her good and kind heart, was so concerned over these people she'd only just met? Though that was the way of the lass, always had been. "I'll do my best. You've my word on that." The promise was made without hesitation, her own sincere blue eyes meeting her daughter's green ones. "Whate're's going on, we'll see to it and get it sorted." Of that, she'd no real doubt. Whatever Illyana might've done, and whoever these people were and where ever they came from, one thing she'd learned in all her time with Exacalibur, and in her time with Charles and his X-Men before that, there was little that a solution couldn't be found for. "Now give your poor, befuddled Mum a hug and then go see to little Katie," Moira told her with smile as she drew Rahne in and squeezed her tight. "Whate're else Rachel's in a state about, she's right that the lass will feel better if someone's there, should she wake in the night. And I'll be just downstairs if ye need me." |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 27 2012, 12:00 PM Post #10 |
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Snuffly Like the Wolf
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If she could not be there in the meeting herself, to try to see that the puir lost people from the other dimension might not feel quite so sad and alone, Rahne didn’t hesitate to tell her mother of her concern. Though it would likely be unnecessary, of course, for as soon as her mother saw them, she’d see it too, and hopefully find a way to help them. There was really no doubt in the Scots girl’s mind of that, but even so, it was still something of a comfort to see the confirmation in the way Moira’s expression changed when Rahne spoke to her of the four new people who’d seemed to know her so well without being known to her in the very slightest form. "I'll do my best. You've my word on that." The promise was made without hesitation, her own sincere blue eyes meeting her daughter's green ones. "Whate're's going on, we'll see to it and get it sorted." There was no one in the world better suited than her mother for helping people, Rahne knew, and she nodded back at the promise with a surity that she felt over few other things in the world. After all, had Moira MacTaggert not helped her own small, diffie personage, over and over? In so many ways, and if she thought about it, Rahne had to imagine that for all the ways she’d been able to see for herself, or had realised later, there were others that her mother had done for her that she still hadna yet discovered, or properly understood. Her goodness, her intelligence, her fearsome determination to put the world to rights when it was tilting toward mauchit - nay, while Rahne kent very well how many improper doubts and confusions she could be prone to in herself, she had none at all that her mother’s best would be more than sufficient to be helping these people, and sorting out the mysteries that Rachel seemed so very concerned over too. "Now give your poor, befuddled Mum a hug and then go see to little Katie," Moira told her with smile as she drew Rahne in and squeezed her tight. Rahne returned the hug with all the fierceness she could muster. Or at least all the gentle fierceness she could muster, at least, because as tough as her mother was, she very surely had no need to be chancing crushed ribs from a were-hug. But it did feel awfully good and right to share the hug, making the whole fankling that had run amock through the world in the last twelve hours seem to ebb away a little. "Whate're else Rachel's in a state about, she's right that the lass will feel better if someone's there, should she wake in the night. And I'll be just downstairs if ye need me." Rahne pulled back, offering up a smile to her mother that was a wee bit more easy and relaxed than she’d managed for quite some time today or tonight. “Aye,” she nodded. Hopefully there would be aught else that could come up that would require her to draw her mother - or anyone else for that matter - away from the important matters they’d be dealing with, but it was a wee bit relieving to have the offer spoken aloud too. “And I’ll be up here, if you do. Well, in Rachel’s room.” Though it was probably very unlikely indeed that Moira, and the Professor, and Rachel - and the mysteriously-included Corsair - would be needing any sort of aid for her, it still wouldna feel right not to offer. And then as there didna seem to be anything more to be said, Rahne didn’t say anything further, just offered one more wee smile toward her mother, as they made their way to the door and their own separate Marvel Girl-appointed tasks. There would be unfankling, if the Lord was willing, and if there wasn’t... och, then, it was likely to be a problem that could not be unfankled at all, even with His help. [And seems like a good point for them to disappear off, Rahne to off-panel watching over Katie in Rachel's room, and Moira to Ripples, I believe, at some point.] |
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