Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, 1407 Graymalkin Lane, North Salem, Earth 10005

The trip to Xavier's had been... actually mind-numbingly uneventful. Warren had been quiet, staring out the window of the train and losing himself in his own thoughts, and while the bus had been crowded, it hadn't been so bad that anyone had noticed his claws or jostled his wings. He was going to consider that a win, thank you.

Once he and Karla stepped onto the grounds, he couldn't help but bite back a frown. The place was full of flowers. Which was... not necessarily a bad thing. Except that the flowers were mostly set up around a memorial. A memorial, recently erected, dedicated to the memory of one Charles Xavier.

"That is not good."

He didn't even wait for a reply before he was rushing up to the front steps, inviting himself into the building and making his way down hallways that he'd only walked one before, in a reality that wasn't even his own, looking for somebody who could tell him what in the world was going on. ( Karla was running after him... )

[NFI and NFB for distance, preplayed with and coded by the wonderful glacial_witch, follows this, and ganked loosely from that five-minute bits-and-pieces feature about Warren because there IS NO THIRD MOVIE DAMMIT.]

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, 1407 Graymalkin Lane, North Salem, Earth 10005

The trip to Xavier's had been... actually mind-numbingly uneventful. Warren had been quiet, staring out the window of the train and losing himself in his own thoughts, and while the bus had been crowded, it hadn't been so bad that anyone had noticed his claws or jostled his wings. He was going to consider that a win, thank you.

Once he and Karla stepped onto the grounds, he couldn't help but bite back a frown. The place was full of flowers. Which was... not necessarily a bad thing. Except that the flowers were mostly set up around a memorial. A memorial, recently erected, dedicated to the memory of one Charles Xavier.

"That is not good."

He didn't even wait for a reply before he was rushing up to the front steps, inviting himself into the building and making his way down hallways that he'd only walked one before, in a reality that wasn't even his own, looking for somebody who could tell him what in the world was going on. ( Karla was running after him... )

[NFI and NFB for distance, preplayed with and coded by the wonderful glacial_witch, follows this, and ganked loosely from that five-minute bits-and-pieces feature about Warren because there IS NO THIRD MOVIE DAMMIT.]