7364/Musings in the Dark

Musings in the Dark
Date of Scene:	30 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Rift

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Wolverine has posed:
    Deep in the evening with a dark night sky, it's appropriately quiet. There's the sound of some peepers off towards the lake, little insects that just chirp long trills to signal their presence to the others, though they fall quiet often enough as to leave the world feeling heavy with that silence. But this far out from the city-life, it's nice to be able to see the stars. No glow from the skyline, no gleam from civilization beyond the little hint of it that Westchester offers, it makes Xavier's school a decent place for star-gazing.
    Though tonight, at least from Logan, the stars are free of attention. It's a beautiful tableau high above, with only wisps of clouds obscuring the vision. But the elder X-Man remains seated on the front steps of the mansion, a slender tendril of smoke wending its way upwards from the cigar in the corner of his mouth. He has this distant look to him, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. Deep consideration about something.
    If one were to wander by they might even hear him exhale a low grumble that's coupled with a scowl. Then he ashes his cigar and takes another pull. Definitely something preying on his thoughts. But for now, who can tell what?

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua walks out of the mansion. For once, she's not glowing. She's just a redhead girl right now - no eerie light show. She sighs softly as she gazes up at the stars. That is one benefit of being out here - it's so peaceful and wihtout NYC's light pollution, she can see the stars again. She is carrying a small telescope that she is going to use to look at some of the heavenly bodies - but then sees a faint glow - and smells smoke. "Hello, Mr. Logan." Though she's no longer a student here, old habits die hard.

Wolverine has posed:
    The Canadian mutant's nostrils flare for a moment, then he tilts his head slightly to the side. One eyebrow cocks as he gives Kitora a once-over glance, then gives a slow nod a few times as he looks away. Taking the cigar between two fingers he looks at it with the same quizzical gaze then says over his shoulder. "Hey, kid."
    For a moment he looks across the way, beyond the parked cars in front of the garage and towards the gate, but then he asks casually, "Ain't it past yer curfew or somethin'?" Since one had been issued not too long ago for the student body.
    Of course he doesn't know she's graduated, but just goes to show how much attention Logan pays to the passage of time.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smiles. "I'm not going anywhere. And I'm not a student anymore. I just... moved back in with current... circumstances." She sighs softly. "Just wanted to look up at the skies - just me and them. It puts things in perspective. I just feel... lost. Small." She sighs as she just sits crosslegged on a bench and looks up. "I just wish... I could say hi to my parents again. To tell them how my life has been. I haven't seen or heard from them since... I 'awakened.'."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Well," Logan takes another drag on the cigar but then says with a half-smirk sidelong, "You are kinda..." He holds out a rough and calloused hand to the side to waggle it roughly yea high as he implies that Kitora is... well, short. But then his smirk broadens a touch as he looks off and away.
    "But I get what ya mean. Lotsa things goin' on. Lots of big picture things too." He pushes that hand through the wild mane of his hair as he looks towards her a moment, then away. "Turns lots of folks inwards. No harm in that."
    A moment passes, and then distantly the insects near the lake take up their trill again. He ashes his cigar and then says, "But s'good time as any to change things."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "I want to help. Help fight for mutants. I don't know what to do. My dream is to become one of the X-Men." She smiles faintly. "I could do a lot of good. But I need training. Not really sure what to do - or if that is even what I'm destined - but it's what I'm thinking of." She then raises a hand and states, "I know, I know, I'm young. Inexpereined. The fight would scar me emotionally and physically. But doing nothing and letting everything I care for fall apart... would be... be... worse."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Takes time. And dedication, kid." Logan takes a long draw off of his cigar, then looks down and crushes a bit of errant ash under his boot, making sure the ember falls cold. He looks to the side back towards the lake, drawing another deep breath before he looks back at her askance. "You've already put in some time. But if yer feelin' it for real you need to talk to Jean. Or Scott."
    There's a beat, then he says, "Prolly better to speak with Jean." His own biases entirely withstanding.
    "But usually takes a good chunk of time figurin' out things about yourself." He points at her with the butt of his smoke, "Who you are, who you really wanna be. Not somethin' ta rush into."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Yeah - I'll go back to the Danger Room. Do a bit of training there. I think I still have permission to go there." She sighs softly. "I will do my best to get hold of Ms. Grey." She hmmmms softly. "Do you think it's wise for me to attempt this course. I think I'm ready. But until I'm tested..." She hmmmmms softly. "I won't know for sure. Physically I am fit and power-wise I have a versatile arsenal - but it's emotionally and mentally that are unsure."

Wolverine has posed:
    For a time Logan gives her a steady look, his deep blue eyes lifting to her gaze, then back down. He sniffs for a moment and looks away as if clearing his throat, then murmuts, "That's sorta a thing you gotta answer for yourself, kid."
    He crushes the life from the cigar by jabbing it onto the stone steps, then pushes himself to his feet. One hand pushes through his hair then the other adjusts the hang of his jacket before he tells her, "Take a look at your reasons for wantin' ta do it, then mebbe talk ta Jean. She'll know if yer bein' honest with her. And with yerself."
    That said he starts to walk towards the garage, "I'll see ya around, Rift."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Yeah... I believe I am ready. I just hope that my belief matches up to reality." She just sighs as hse stays out there, looking up. She shivers a bit - but doesn't use the temptation of lighting her aura to keep the cold away.