13018/Monday in Manhattan

Monday in Manhattan
Date of Scene:	13 April 2021
Location:	Lower Manhattan, Manhattan
Synopsis:	A young mutant manifests and the X-Men (and Song) do what they do best.
Cast of Characters:	Phobos, Liansong "Song" Qing, Cyclops, Phoenix, Psylocke, Nightcrawler

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Phobos has posed:
    The middle of the day in Manhattan is a remarkable demonstration on order created out of chaos. The ebb and flow of people moving along the streets in such high numbers at such a rapid pace could easily be a tumultuous event were it not for all of the signs and rules and various social contracts that people adhere to which creates that order out of chaos. Yet the main thing that creates and maintains that order... is habit. Routine. Steady expectations that keep people moving ahead with an expectation for what is to habit in their day to day.
    And when that habit is broken and those expectations are shattered. Chaos rears its ugly head.
    Which is what happened some twelve minutes ago in the lobby of Bellevue Hospital. It began with an explosion that burst the double electric doors to the hospital's emergency room off of their tracks and sent them crashing into the second floor windows in the building across the way. A heavy billow of smoke poured out of the doors, and only seconds later emergency calls were being made.
    Instantly the matter was escalated, various computers and virtual intelligences tagged the alarms and the explosion for likely super human activity. Agencies were notified and SHIELD's Tactical Response Teams were given the flashing red light on their comms that signaled for rapid deployment.
    Yet the alarms also triggered other security systems that sent word to another group of people who keep an eye on these sort of situations. For some of the X-Men this is their job. And today it's needed.
    "LEAVE ME ALONE!" A shrill voice is heard in the depths of the hospital, close to the bank of reception desks that accept incoming emergencies. A child perhaps a dozen years of age stands with his hands clasped before him as small blue electricity flickers over him, his body glowing faintly as he shouts, "I don't know how to stop it!"
    Which those remaining in the building don't seem to care to try and help him as most of them... are running for the doors and out onto the streets. Rushing past the SHIELD team that's already on site.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
One might wonder just what Liansong is doing out here, in daylight hours. Afterall, though he is, technically, human, he doesn't look like he is. But, he's not on the ground. Nope. There's something up above that blends almost perfectly in with the sky, for he's very nearly the same color. Feathers, clothing, and all. The only thing that stands out at all is that pale pinkish white beak. His feet and hands are tucked up and beneath his feathers, which nicely hides their coloration.

But then, he sees an explosion down below. His wings shift, ever so slightly, turning him so that he can see it from a better angle. "Oh, dis not good," he says, the specially fitted earbuds likely catching it and transmitting it to Shield HQ. Whoever might happen to be listening at present to him, if anybody is. They may have muted him. He tends to chatter a lot when he's out in flight.

On the heels of the comment, Liansong goes silent and mostly folds his wings. This sends him plummeting toward the ground in a controlled dive. This huge wings snap open again just before ground level and he backwings to a neat little landing, just outside the blown open doors. And there you have it. Sky blue owl man, standing there, looking in at the kid with the blue electricity over his hands.

"Hey," he calls out. "That's cool. Your sparks are the same color as me." Not only does he sound not upset or disturbed, but he sounds like he really does think it's cool.

Cyclops has posed:
As the smoke from the exposion rises upwards in a thick black billow towards the sky, the electric whirl of engines can be faintly heard from the X-Men's stealth jet known as the Blackbird soaring overhead. Having got a ping on their Cerebro unit, the X-Men were dispatched enroute to the city. Scott Summers is in the cockpit with a stern look upon his face. He's dressed in his blue and gold uniform along with his ruby quartz visor. Having tagged Phoenix, Psylocke and Nightcrawler for this mission, he relays the information through the intercom.

"Looks like we have a young mutant under duress, potential electrical discharge powers. Police chatter says a hospital just exploded almost fifteen minutes ago and SHIELD is on site. I sent a message to our SHIELD contacts that we were on the way. Soon as we hit the area, Jean, I want you to locate the child. Betsy, Kurt, you two are on rescue duty while the two of us run crowd control and front line defense. Jean will link us up so we can keep the radio clear. Understood?"

As the black jet circles overhead, it's downward thrusts rumbling as it starts to lower a few hundred feet over the building, he gives a glance over his shoulder as he taps the jet into auto pilot. "You two are clear to go." He knows they don't need the dock lowered as they are capable of making their own way down without issue or injury.

"Jean, give us eyes."

Phoenix has posed:
For Jean Grey, it's her second emergency alarm of the day. The first was Wade Wilson trying to sneak into the mansion. It's been a day.

Dressed in her black tactical suit with gold piping and a short, fitted jacket, the woman is sitting in her favorites seat in the Blackbird as they move in to action. "Poor kid, this is not the entrance into mutanthood anyone should have." She murmurs as they approach their destination.

The orders are familiar ones and she nods to Scott once before he's even fully finishes. The telepathic connection between the team comes up easily. There's a flicker of rose light in the mind followed by a subtle awareness of one another like a string pulled to tautness and vibrating ever so slightly. One tweak or whisper of a mental voice, and the vibrations carry it through the line.

"It seems like he's still in the emergency room area, not far from the entrance. He's terrified - understandably - so be gentle. If you need my help getting him calm, just yell." Offers the empath with her eyes closed as she scans the hospital. "There are a lot of people still in there, so be careful and watch for any stampedes. Seems like evacs are still going on, by the flow of people."

Psylocke has posed:
"Understood." A single word. Nothing else really needed to be added. They've all done this before and the team worked like a well-oiled machine after so many years. Until someone threw a wrench in the gears, which seemed to inevitably happen. Maybe today would be the exception.

As the doors open, ramp lowering enough to let them out but not actually low enough to touch the roof of the building since they didn't need it damaged, she was already walking to that edge. There was what she needed, over by one of the large HVAC units. She leapt, aiming for that darkness in the shadow of the metallic box. A perfect swan dive. Just before hitting the roof, the red mark over her eye flared.

As she hit the shadow, she went right through it, into the Shadow Realm that she could utilize thanks to the Crimson Dawn. Then she moved through that realm to a point closer to the emergency room and emerged as a shadowy mass only to take form as a human a moment later in a closet. She moved to the door and quickly out to the hallway, finding herself about twenty feet from all the chaos in the ER. On the opposite from where the SHIELD agents were.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a bit of a frown to mark Kurt's features at the news provided, but he doesn't say anything. He's dressed in his X-Men uniform, which is to be expected, given the situation. He grumbles slightly to himself, something in German and probably about the electricity. He doesn't necessarily get along well with loose electricity. "Understood," Kurt says through the comms. He seldom ever has an argument to offer about the assignments that he's given.

Rescue duty. Find the innocents, get them clear of the wreakage. Hopefully not a thing that will be too bloody of a feat to manage. "There is seldom a gentle way, Miss Jean," he says softly, his voice coming through the comms again. He'll wait until the link has been established, but then he'll teleport from the plane down to near the doors fo the emergency room of the hospital (or what's left of them), appearing in a puff of wispy purple and black burning brimstone scented smoke.

Phobos has posed:
    The rush of descent and that flare of wings to seize his landing causes a billow of dust surging up around Liansong's form. He lands and around him near there he'll espy the SHIELD response team as they move in though sticking to cover at the moment. One of the soldiers with the mirrored visor lifts a hand to wave to the blue bird and calls out in an electronically modified voice, "Agent Liansong."
    Another of the soldiers slams against the wall beside the blown out doors and holds the ICER rifle ready, but looks over toward Song, "You should probably take cover, sir."
    While within, the kid spins on his foot and holds a hand out in Liansong's direction. There's a wildness in his eyes, and there are what seem to be holes burned in the Skylanders t-shirt he's wearing. But right now he has his hands extended outwards as if trying to convince the bird person to stay back. "Get away!"
    The child's voice quavers, "I'm not trying to do anything. It just happens!" And even as he's saying that the bluish glow and electrical energy seems to dance over his hands.
    In the hallway where Psylocke emerges she'll see people rushing past, hurrying to get to the other side of the hospital and to the front exit, away from the emergency wing. Nobody pays her any mind, such is that state of panic and agitation. Yet it gives her a clean path to get to the critical area.
    There is that sudden puff of brimstone and smoke that signals Nightcrawler's arrival, enough to cause some of the SHIELD agents to snap the aim of their rifle in the direction of the devilish X-Man. Though, to their credit, they don't fire. One of the agents asks curiously, "Sir?"
    Meanwhile, outside the hospital there's a sudden flash as a tiny bluish star seems to be born in the middle of the air and glows for half a second, before a slender beam seems to rush out of it and straight at the child, slicing a pin-sized hole in the wall and the doors and the intervening desks, straight into the child's hand. There's a half second of delay...
    Then each point where the small beam touched matter it explodes with a rough KRA-CHOOM-CHOOM-CHOOM! Even as another agent shouts, "Get down!"
    A moment too late.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Smart people are evacuating. And then there's Liansong. He doesn't seem scared at all. To a telepath or empath, he doesn't feel afraid either. He feels intrigued. And he's a living representation of being a mutant with all those feathers, the wings, and the beak. Not to mention the hands and feet that look like an owl's. And the eyes. Oh yes the ice. The glacial blue eyes are almost a match for the feathers at this moment. His wings shift and close against his back.

He crouches down to make himself not quite so big, and fluffs his feathers out just a little bit. It makes him look like he's a soft, cuddly toy with the feathers fluffed out. All but where his sky blue teeshirt and shorts are, of course. Liansong doesn't go any closer, and does back away a step when the child yells at him.

There's a glance at the agent that spoke to him, and a nod, then he looks back to the child. "I know," he says. "That's how it happens. Can you try ta calm down? It might help a little. People are coming to help you, I promise."

Liansong is a bit distracted talking to the child, but even so, he notices the that slender beam. He doesn't stop to think, anymore than he'd stopped to think when he'd stooped down to land here. Instead, already crouched as he is from trying to make himself smaller, he pushes off with those powerful legs of his and leaps straight for the child. Only, it's not quite straight. It's just a bit to the side and like he's rolling midair to wind up on his back at the end of the arc. Behind him, things start going boom. His tail feathers are going to get a bit singed in the process, maybe the tips of his wings. Those have flared out to aid in aim.

Just as it looks like he's going to sail past the kid, his arms snake out and catch him. His wings fold in around himself and the kid, ignoring the potential electrical danger to himself. His body finishes its roll, and he lands somewhere beyond where the kid had been, propelled by both his own leap and the explosions behind him. He lands partway on his back and slides across the floor.

Cyclops has posed:
Once the Blackbird settles in midair in auto pilot, Cyclops rises to his feet and slips his hand into Jean's as they head for the lowered dock. They step off the edge and slowly float down to the street by the way of the red head's telekinetic powers, touching down gently.

<< Team, it appears that the child's powers is that he is forming the energy blasts by creating a connection .. via some type of quantum space. He then summons the blast back towards .. I'd suspect him, the point of origin. Like a reverse pulse beam. I sent the data to Hank to research it, but that is as best as I can get from the read out at first glance. We need to calm him down quickly. Those types of powers are unpredictable to pinpoint where the next blast will come from the outside. He is definitely strong." >>

With that, he starts moving for the smoking entrance and is looking to help those that appear injured to their feet and towards the oncoming EMS that will be on-site. He will speak with authority, while relying on Jean to help him calm the crowds down.

Phoenix has posed:
"No, there isn't." Jean remarks back to Kurt, understanding and subdued. No, things are rarely easy, and they've seen the worst of it.

Then the team is out and it's work time. Fear, apprehension, and anger are closeted like the steady closing of airlock doors in her mind, compartmentalizing the worst to keep her head calm and free of distractions through the psychic link. She floats both herself and Scott down in a nimbus of pink light and releases him once they're on the ground. Not that Scott wasn't working the whole way down.

Her response to his order is a quick, understanding thrum of that psychic link as she looks to take a place of cover outside the entrance and away from the stampede of people and firing lines. There, as close as she can get without being in the way, she starts reaching out with her empathic powers.

There's an inward draw of the psychic link as she redirects her energy and then outward in an invisible wave. It's slow. There's a lot of people and powerful, primal emotions going on. Its delicate work running against a clock, but she does her best to take the overlying miasma of fear and uncertainty in the air and begins to soothe it. She doesn't dull - it's leave agents in the immediate radius vulnerable - but she does work to take the worst of the emotions and lift their weight. Clearer heads lead to clearer decisions.

Psylocke has posed:
"Slow and orderly." Betsy is using her own psionic powers for those in her immediate area. The people that were rushing continue their retreat in the opposite direction from the E.R. though they are not so much pushing and fleeing as moving rapidly and doing what they need without endangering others.

She is almost there when the explosions happen again and she hits the floor with others nearby. Then she urges them down the hall and away, even as she enters the emergency room for the first time. Her eyes go to the boy where she can sense all this is centered. And the owl.

Wait. What?

It is an owl person. He's not one of theirs and the outfit is certainly not SHIELD so she isn't quite sure where that puts him. Telepathically she reaches out to the team. <<We may need to put him to sleep it we can't calm him down. As a last ditch but we don't want anyone getting hurt.>>

She's in her uniform, that purple bodysuit that allows her freedom of movement, with the tall soft boots.

"Agents, we're here to help," she tells the SHIELD personnel nearby, sending a reassuring wave to them as she spots Kurt nearby already as well. They don't need to end up getting shot in the process of all this.

Nightcrawler has posed:
The Nightcrawler raises an eyebrow slightly as he finds himself with weapons aimed at him. Sigh. Some things are predictable in certain ways. He doesn't begrudge them for their actions, though. Instead, he smiles at them, his pointed teeth showing. "Hello! Nightcrawler, reporting for rescue duty," he explains with a grin, giving a nod to them. And he sounds happy to help, which is because he is. His tail swishes behind him, and he takes a look around a bit.

Then there's a beam of light that blows up a door near to him, and he BAMF's out of the radius of the exploding bits. He reappears near to someone on their way towards the doors, takes hold of the woman's arm, and then teleports again to get the woman outside and to safety near to where the EMS are arriving from. She probably won't appreciate the smell of the teleportation, but... it's better than being in danger. He teleports back inside then, with a BAMF and the odour of burning brimstone.

Phobos has posed:
    The explosions cause most of the operatives outside to take cover even as part of the building crumbles, cement dust and broken masonry fall to the ground from where the beam connected. Most of the SHIELD agents have ducked back into cover.
    In the ensuing minute the team recovers, though one SHIELD agent hadn't taken cover and instead was wiping the dust off his mirrored visor as if trying to get a clear view.
    But the child, now buffeted and braced in Song's grip became almost staggeringly frantic, "No no! You have to let me go it always..." He trues to turn around and /push/ at Liansong with both hands, "It always hits me! Always me! You'll get killed!" Tears glisten in his eyes tinged with anger as well since if this bird person gets killed it'll be his fault and he's making this whole thing happen!
    Outside, with Scott's arrival he'll see the crowd of people gathered, phones out and video being taken. There is an EMS team that is working with some of the injured who had been in their ambulance outside, only now having abandoned it since part of it is smoking. Most respond quickly to the authority in his voice, the citizens hurried off or set in motion to get clear. It causes the exterior to calm somewhat though inside the shouts are still heard.
    Yet as calming and setting matters on a path of control are Scott's efforts, Jean's perception of the myriad layers of existence before her have the potential to affect such palpable change. For to her she can perceive all of the figures, all of the beings in such a brilliance of a way. The bright gleaming terror of the child even as he's held protectively by Liansong, yet that in some ways heightens his anxiety. She can perceive the fear of the people trying to evacuate within... though she brings calmer thoughts to the fore for each of them which leads indeed to a quicker way clear and safer decisions. Then there are the SHIELD agents and their minds are filled with tension, but their training is...
    Only for one to perhaps draw her attention for that mind... is a blaze of otherness. It is not human, nor mortal, nor mutant. It holds no fear and seems utterly at ease with the situation. One of those agents at the door holding position and providing cover. Curious.
    Though now, even as he tries to push Song away, the youth calms somewhat, still on edge entirely, still wild... yet not panicking. Not striking out. There is still that blue glow around him, but the electricity has partially faded.
    Psylocke's arrival on the scene with Nightcrawler, however, does draw some attention as the SHIELD agents begin to move in now that Liansong made his play. A mirrored visor reflects Psylocke's image back to her as one of those electronically modulated voices responds, "Roger that, X-Men on the scene." Perhaps talking to her and Kurt, or to the comms for the squad as well.
    Yet when Nightcrawler disappears and abruptly reappears, the EMS team look up sharply, one who was kneeling knocked partially off her feet. "What the?!" And indeed, there is a moment of fear, but training kicks in as she accepts the injured woman for treatment and gets her settled against the wheel of the ambulance, "Hold on, ma'am, you're safe now."

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong shakes his head. "It won't be your fault. It will have been my choice to protect you, to help you," he says. But now that the explosions seem to be done, for the second, the wings and arms unwrap and he lets the child go. He never meant to keep him captive, afterall, only to take him out of range of the explodey bits.

"You're going to be just fine, mate. I promise. Keep calming down. I promise, we'll help you. At the very least to get it under control so you don't have to be afraid you'll hurt anybody else. Will you trust me?" The owl man rolls to his feet and offers his hand toward the kid. His feathers are a bit singed around the edges, but he seems to be okay otherwise.

Cyclops has posed:
<< If you need to put him to sleep to ensure everyone's safety, you have permission, Psylocke. Phoenix and I are crowd controlling out here. They have the media as a head's up. Anything you can do to minimize damage and injury will be appreciated. >>

Cyclops picks another nurse off the ground, sliding his arms under her legs and hoisting her upwards as he carries her towards an ambulence. He tilts his head down towards her, offering a tight lipped smile, one that tries his best to emote empathy. "Don't worry, ma'am. You'll be okay."

<< Nightcrawler, you're doing great. Keep it up. Let me know if anyone is critically injured. I'll meet you at the entrance so you can keep going. >>

As he hands the nurse off to one of the ambulences, he casts his gaze over towards Jean. << We good? >>

Phoenix has posed:
<< I'll back you up if you need. I'm making sure no one shoots him in a panic in the meantime. >> Jean relays to Psylocke. The impression of her psychic voice is distant, but that's to be expended given the range she's working to cover. The anomaly in the SHIELD crowd is noted, but now isn't the time for idle curiosities.

<< Situation is tense, but still controlled. >> She replies to Cyclops and the other X-Men by default. << The boy's a bit calmer, but still very delicate. He's afraid of hurting anyone else. See what you can do to talk him down. If not, do what you need to do to make sure he and everyone stay safe. >>

Otherwise, she continues her empathic work with a pulse of telepathic suggestion. 'Calm, relaxed, orderly; this situation will go easier if everyone just takes a deep breath, stops screaming, and lowers their weapons.'

Psylocke has posed:
"We'll take lead, if that's alright with you?" Psylocke says to the agents by the door before she just starts walking closer to the boy and Liansong. Seems she wasn't really asking permission so much as telling them what she planned to do.

She didn't get too close. Didn't want to come across as threatening. "Hello," she says softly to the duo of man and child. "I'm Psylocke. I'm a mutant like you." Both? She just left it as the word you which could be applied both singular and plural. "We just want to help you. Either to get your power under control or to teach you to do so if you would like. No one is angry with you. This is just how powers manifest sometimes but we can help you through this if you will allow us."

Nightcrawler has posed:
<< On it, >> Kurt says, giving a mental nod. He takes a moment to look around, scanning for injured people. He steps over to a man with an injured leg which is bleeding, slips an arm around his shoulders and then teleports him out to the EMS. There's a small nod to the medics, and then he's off again. The sound of displaced air in that telltale BAMF is present with every disappeareance and reappearance, as is the odour of the brimstone and the tendrils of smoke. It's a thing that Kurt is quite used to. There's a glance towards Psylocke as she heads for the child, but his attention moves on, glowing yellow gaze looking for the next person to save.

Phobos has posed:
    As Liansong lets the youth push him away, the child slides back along the floor, feet skittering on the ground until he hits the side of one of the burnt desks. He grabs onto the top of it and uses it to pull himself up to his feet raggedly as he focuses tear-filled eyes on the bird person, "I... I don't know you!"
    Which almost sounds like he's repeating it from rote, holding onto a rule that his parents or a teacher or someone gave him.
    Though now that the X-Men are on scene and tending to the injured, it does take some of the immediacy from the situation, narrows the focus. The SHIELD team, however, keeps cover on the child and Liansong, weapons lowered to be fair as that seems... to be the best option for some reason. Inside matters are still in flux, but outside things are normalizing as the woman Cyclops carries looks blearily up at him, perhaps seeing the look of sympathy, or perhaps too zoned out from the recent events.
    When Psylocke addresses the one nearest the door she'll get a nod from that faceless helmet, then the modulated voice responds. "Roger that." No hint of emotion in the tone, no relief nor trepidation. Simple acceptance which might make one imagine the beings behind the mask might be purely automata.
    Then when Psylocke approaches the child looks up nervously, eyes flicking back and forth toward her and Liansong, then back to her. A flurry of thoughts race through his mind as if imagining they are all part of one group, that it's all part of a plan of some kind? That they might be trying to trap him. Yet that doesn't stop him from listening to her.
    "I can't be a mutant, Tommy Snyder said that mutants have to live in a cocoon for four weeks then they bust out all slimy." Those words are spoken with such pronounced belief in their veracity, a sentiment only truly embraced fully by the young. "So I can't be, ok? This is... is just something weird."
    Yet his agitation levels seem to be lower, and the blue glow eases.
    Outside the man with the injured leg says quietly a quick prayer for one reason or the other, but smiles his thanks to Kurt as the X-Man flashes him from one point of reality to the next. Only for the EMS team to be there and ready to accept him.
    The woman who reacted poorly to Nightcrawler's earlier arrival stands up, "Hey, we're gonna make a care center here, we have two more teams on the way. Keep on..." She looks at the hospital, then back to the German X-Man and says quickly, "Keep on keeping on with whatever it is you're doing. Ok?" She tries a smile, ragged, then kneels down beside the injured man.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
"No," replies Liansong. "You don't know me. But I'm like you. A mutant. A lot of us care about each other a great deal. I became a geneticist to try to help people like you and me." His head turns as Psylocke approaches, and he nods once to her before turning his eyes back to the boy.

He chuckles at what Tommy Snyder said. "Well, Tommy was wrong. I didn't burst out of any cocoon." He doesn't comment on the sliminess part. 'cause... babies do come out pretty juicy, right?

Cyclops has posed:
<< Kids think we're born in a cocoon? We really need to see about getting some of McCoy's texts into the public education system. >>

Scott's voice has only a hint of dry humor behind it, though his face is set in stone as he continues to work the crowd. He brushes off a reporter that jams a microphone into his face.

"Cyclops! Is it true that a mutant did this? A mutant terrorist!?"

"No." He quips simply as he moves past him, tucking away from the cameras that trail after him.

"So what was it?!"

"A gas leak."

"But.. we saw.. "

Slowly, the head of the field leader turns and stares back at him from behind his red visor, setting his jaw with a clear of his throat. "I'm working." He says with an icy tone in his throat.

<< I hate these vultures. Betsy, we are clear here and the injured are tended to. You guys are doing great. Let me know if Jean and I can support you in any way. The media is starting to ask questions. Does SHIELD have a PR person on site that can manage this? This is more Warren's wheelhouse, or Bobby's. >>

Phoenix has posed:
There's a discordant hum in the psychic link originating from Jean, and her teammates could just imagine the supremely bland look on her face even though she's not in visual range. << ...does the government have PR, he asks. I'd snuff their cameras, but then they'd blame the poor kid. Just ignore them. We're here for him. >>

That said, it doesn't mean Jean doesn't put a thought into the reporter's mind that the man standing over there with a Starbucks, an I Love NYC shirt, and the bug-eyed look of a tourist suddenly seems like the perfect person to ask what's going on. She'll feel bad about it later. Maybe.

he continues on crowd control work otherwise, keeping things as calm as she can and monitoring the immediate scene for any flares of emotion or focus that might signal a turn in the situation. Her teammates know what to do.

Psylocke has posed:
"Cocoons?" That was a new one for Betsy. She shook her head and there was a slight frown. "Tommy was making up a story. Mutants are just people like everyone else. We just happen to have gifts. Things that make us different and people are scared of things that are different. That they don't understand."

Her tone is gentle and she isn't trying to move any closer. She glances to Liansong as he mentions he didn't come from a cocoon. Which of course has her mind going egg. Quickly she tamps that down. This is not the time for random curiosity.

"May I show you something? I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I can make my hand glow as part of my powers." She concentrated as she raised her hand slightly, just enough to be visible. The purple glow of psionic power appeared around it. Not a blade this time, just that glow. "See? It's like yours but different."

Nightcrawler has posed:
The next person that Kurt finds happens to be one that's partially pinned by some of the debris that had come from the explosions. He uses his tail and one of his hands to push off the debris, slips an arm around her and then teleports again. Back out to the EMS, again. And he gives the lady EMS a warm smile before he nods to her. "It is a good place for one, ja. I don't know how many inside are hurt. I'll bring the ones that I can find to you here. Thank you," he says, a warm note to his voice. He appreciates the kind words.

And then he's teleporting again, back inside. << And teachers willing to teach them. Many don't know many things about us. The media always asks questions. Though they seem to often be the wrong questions. >>

Phobos has posed:
    Trepidation is writ large on the child's face, trepidation and tears and snot. Though two of those three are handled by him wiping a forearm across his nose and blowing it raggedly. He takes a deep breath and says quietly, "This happened once before, they... my dad thought it was a faulty propane tank. I didn't tell him it was me. I don't want to get in trouble."
    Outside the media has indeed come to learn what it can and do so with much vigour though they do stay far away from the hospital proper for the moment, the situation still too hot though there are a few places where the police have set up checkpoints to detour traffic around and away from Bellevue. Though no PR person seems on hand, perhaps holding for the all clear from the boots on the ground.
    Yet it's clear that Phoenix's gentle mental nudging towards a mindset of peace and harmony is having an enduring effect upon the people in the area. That sense of urgency and need for information is partially muted for a good part of the media. The SHIELD agents seem less on pins and needles. The evacuees and the injured no longer have their hearts hammering in their throats and most feel as if the situation is resolved.
    Which when the youth turns his head to Psylocke and Liansong and tells them, "I... know. I've seen some mutants before. And..." He looks at Liansong after looking away from Psylocke's hand, "And I know they're not in cocoons, I thought he was fibbing. But... I don't know."
    Then all of the taut energy held in check from fear and anger just seems to release from the child as he says quietly, "Would it be okay to leave now? I... I want to go home."
    And so the feeling in the area eases just a little more as well. As if the world finally chose that moment to exhale.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong nods his agreement to what Betsy is saying. He doesn't know her, but she makes sense. He doesn't miss that glance from her, though. There's a quiet chuckle. "I didn't come from an egg either," he says. His tone is amused. He moves his wings and folds them to his back now. "I can fly. That's one of my powers. Flight."

As the kid talks, his feathers fluff out again. It gives him an almost sympathetic look. "I can't blame you. I wouldn't have wanted to get in trouble either." His beak opens a little in what might be a smile or a grin. And those large crystal blue eyes sparkle a bit. "Yeah, mate. It's gonna be okay." To go home? Maybe, but that's not up to him. That's up to the one with glowy hands. He turns his head to look to her again.

Cyclops has posed:
<< Psylocke, Nightcrawler, we need to contact his parents and talk to them about Xavier's. Are they here on the premesis? If not, we need to send Dani and Sam over to speak with them. They're both experienced in our ambassador program. We could use Dani's empathy for this. >>

Cyclops strides towards Jean, giving her a firm nod of the head, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.

<< Jean and I will prepare The Blackbird for our guest. Try to find out if they like Twinkies. We have two boxes that Hank keeps here for emergencies. >>

Phoenix has posed:
As she feels the tension of the crowd lift and gets the all clear from inside, Jean releases her power save the telepathic link among the team. Outside of a slight flush, it doesn't look like the event taxed her much as she straightens herself up and scrubs back her hair with one hand. Scott's arrival is given a soft smile before she looks back towards the emergency room's remodeled entrance.

<< We will. Let's get his name and make sure he and his family, if they're here, gets home alright. If his parents aren't here, I'm sure they've been called. Once things calm down, we'll be sure to talk to them. >>

She slants Scott a quick glance and her smile turns into a crooked one. "All kids love Twinkies." She murmurs, but otherwise seems content to leave him to handle the jet while she sticks close to help the other X-Men. She does step over towards the SHIELD agent she pinged earlier as 'abnormal', though all she says is, "Please let your director know to reach out to us with any questions, and give our appreciation for letting us step in to help."

Psylocke has posed:
"Of course you can go home. We just need to talk to your parents." Now that he's calming down, she does hold out her hand. The glow fades from it entirely and she splays out her fingers, offering a physical touch of hand to hand if he wants to accept it. Being upset as he has, it might appeal. "Are they here with you? Or did you come here with someone else?"

<<Asking about his parents now.>> She sends over their telepathic link. <<Might be better not to take him on a plane full of exploding things in case he gets upset again. Then we'd have a plane crash on top of everything that's already happened.>>

Nightcrawler has posed:
There are a number of other injured people that Kurt teleports out to the waiting EMS for them to assess and treat, taking them one at a time. But those few are the last of them. He's careful about it, not doing anything that would make the injuries any worse. He pauses at that point, then lifts a hand to pull his fingers through his hair. He might be used to teleporting, but it does still take a toll on him, after a while. << I'm not sure? I haven't really been paying attention to that, I'm sorry. >> He has no idea about if the child's parents might be anywhere near. << I could teleport with him...? >> He's not explosive, after all, and the Brimstone Dimension is somewhere that they'd be in only briefly. Little holes.

Phobos has posed:
    All of those agents are dressed the same, faceless soldiers all, though the one Phoenix approaches is a touch taller than most of the others save one. Her own visage reflects back to her as the mirrored visor tilts to meet her gaze. This close it's easier to get a read on him, a feeling, like a subtle tension or an underground river that thrums beneath the surface.
    Then the agent nods and that modulated voice replies, "Yes, ma'am."
    He steps back and makes a circle with one finger twirling in the air, "Let's wrap it up people." Which might be more for the benefit of the X-people there as such an order could easily have been conveyed on their comms alone.
    At that said the situation seems at the least somewhat at ease. The X-Men have the matter well in hand, no fatalities thankfully, and the injured have been seen to thanks to the efforts of Scott and Kurt. A successful mission for those involved.
    Now the only thing that the young mutant must face is the future.