Xaviers!

Isolde Schwarz wrote:"...I couldn't find you," she slumps.

"Not until the fae broke the illusions."

"It was more then just light and shadows. Something twisted our minds. To your credit, you wolves broke the illusion yourselves by sheer for of will. I simply broke the background by simply existing."

"...so I haven't reached the bottom of the bloody rabbit hole yet," she mutters.

"We're all mad, here.

You'll be alright. I'll catch up with you when you're a little more together, OK?"

"You make sure you're alright too, aye?"

"I'll keep," Will nodded, and (rather quickly) extricated himself from the conversation.

Vivienne Chinnoir wrote:"It was more then just light and shadows. Something twisted our minds. To your credit, you wolves broke the illusion yourselves by sheer for of will. I simply broke the background by simply existing."

"Everyone did their part in helping," Wanda says with a soft smile, "I appreciate the water, Vivienne."

Diego Zapata wrote:"Still, we're getting to you to the infirmary," Diego said with an expression that promised he would drag Basil there kicking and screaming if he had to. "Get to steppin'."

Since Colette normally dressed in layers it wasn't all that hard for her to spare her blouse from under her sweater and tear it in half, pressing the white fabric to the bloody handprints floating in midair.

"Yes Baseel, it is time for us to go. It was very noble of you to look out for anyone else zat may be injured, but now it is our turn to look out for you." She leaned in a little bit with her eyes closed, counting on those other senses to help her picture where Basil was so that she wouldn't just headbutt him, and whispered. "And if you are good, perhaps I will wear ze little nurse cap, no?"

With two people acting worried (and one straight up harrassing him), Basil relented to be taken to the infirmary.

Wanda Johansson wrote:"Everyone did their part in helping," Wanda says with a soft smile, "I appreciate the water, Vivienne."

"I thought it would help, I am glad it did. If you need more, just ask."

“I... I think I’ll be okay. I just... need some rest.”

"I'll make sure you're not disturbed."

“Better be your room then. I don’t want to keep Nailah out of the dorm room.”

"Well, I ah..."

It's hard for a wolf to look awkward, but somehow Isolde manages.

"...it's a bit sparse. I'll wait outside the door while you rest."

"I'm not kicking you out of your room either," Wanda insists, struggling to get at least somewhat upright. In the process, her fingers dig into the dirt and her color starts to return.

"Interesting." Vivienne remarked as Wanda became less ashen.

"Perhaps an alternative. Does the school have a greenhouse?" Vivienne offered a hand on Wanda's left side.

"Why? I doubt they have any bed in there. Well, at least none fit for sleeping in."

"Your hand." Vivienne gently motioned to Wanda's right.

"You appear to need Her more at the moment, a bed can be brought to you. If you wish, of course."

Wanda looks down at her hand and then at Isolde, "What do you think?"

"I think we might as well not complicate things."

That's obviously not the response Wanda was expecting or one that she particularly understands at the moment, but she shrugs, "Fine, take me to the greenhouse. I'll figure something out."

"...I meant you can use my room."

"Getting a bed into the greenhouse seems needlessly complicated, and you can smell the flowers later."

Wanda manages to roll her eyes, "Fine, help me get there then. I swear." She begins trying to struggle to her feet with very little success.

"...oh for heaven's sake."

Isolde rises up to her full height and scoops Wanda up.

From this close, Wanda can see the fur on her chest is singed away in spots, slowly healing skin beneath in a shape that almost looks like a giant fist.

Wanda goes to touch it, the natural reaction, but to her credit she stops herself. "Where did you run into a silver fist?" She asks, making the obvious leap in judgment.

Isolde winces.

"There was a fight. The arsenal was... surprising."

"Well, looks like you need some rest too then," she says as they head up to the entrance to Dower House.

Vivienne waited until both were inside before collecting herself.

"That was painfully awkward to say the least." She said with a soft chuckle.

Throughout the whole showdown, Nika had been sticking close to Katarina, only moving away to preemptively take out a zombie and quickly stepping back. When everything came to a head she still remains vigilant, bordering on paranoia with one arm in front of Katarina's shoulders as she watches everybody slowly disperse, the tension slowly falling away until she feels comfortable enough to assume everything is okay for the time being.

"<Are you alright, Miss Katarina?>"

Katarina dusted herself off the ground.

"<Do you think this sort of thing happens all the time around here?">

"<I sincerely hope not! Though I... do have to admit that the fact that it was handled makes me feel a little better about this whole arrangement. Maybe being here doesn't mean you're as exposed as I feared you would be.>"

"<The X-Men were fairly efficient, though I think you and your guards are better drilled,>" she observed.

"<Are you trying to butter me up so I don't pass what happened here along?>" she smirks ever so slightly.

"<And to whom would you pass it along too?"> Katarina smiled back.

"<Your parents were quite insistent that I place your safety above all other concerns..."> she admits. <"It's not that I don't agree, but they might not think about what happened the same as me.>"

"<And you did. You can't be faulted for some maniac attempting things. Besides, it wasn't even aimed at me.">

"<What a relief.>" She tries to sound sarcastic, but there's a bit of honest relief in her voice.

Bear turned a corner, her scavenged bag full of various things bulging.

“There you two are! Are you ok? Any injuries?” She asked, looking Nika and Kat’s way.

"Yes! Hello! I am fine, it appears, assuming this is where reality is. I have not been around campus long enough to really know.

Nika appears to also be uninjured."

"Just some scrapes and bruises. I've had worse training sessions." she tries to play it cool.

“Whoever that little girl was running things, I’m not going to hug her when I meet her.” Bear said, with a frown.