8470/Her Rock

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Her Rock
Date of Scene: 23 July 2019
Location: A Lakeshore, Presumably near the X-mansion
Synopsis: Alison calls on Sean, when life begins to drown her
Cast of Characters: Dazzler, Banshee




Dazzler has posed:
Much has happened in the past few weeks. Lives in turmoil, injured team members. Injured children. Sometimes one has to take the road up to the sunlight to find a little peace in the world again. And sometimes, well...sometimes one simply needs a friend.

So Alison had sent off a text to Sean, asking if he would meet her at the lake. Away from speculating eyes. Away from the drama. Out where her spirit was free to flutter in the breeze. Whether or not he comes, she'll be there. She'll wait.

Banshee has posed:
Sean replies, though: he assures her that he'll be there, but he was in the city. It'll take a bit of time: there's traffic, and he's driving. Alison has a little time to herself, by the lake, before Sean does make his appearance. He comes jogging up the path from the mansion's garage where he parked. He's dressed casually: worn and faded jeans, his green and yellow bomber jacket, clipped red hair a little windblown. He lifts a hand to her when he sees her there, his smile apparent even from a distance: friendly.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison is sitting on a large rock - easily big enough to share, facing the water, when she hears Sean's approach. She climbs up on the rock and stands there, dressed in a billowy white peasant blouse and jeans. But barefoot. She waves excitedly, getting a good look at him, before she jumps off and runs to meet him, offering a big hug. "Ohhh you MADE it. Thank you so much..."

Banshee has posed:
Sean slows as she runs over to pounce on him, with one of his usual loud, robust laughs. He encourages the hug by snaring her and hefting her around in a spin, his laugh mildly vibrating the air around him. It's just a subtle way, but a release for him to allow his mutant power to engage, to splash sound around her, well aware of what her power will make of the ambiance.

"Whoa there, lass. O'course, 'm glad ter meet ye."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison laughs brightly as Sean spins her around. "Where've you been? I've MISSED you!" Alison holds his biceps when he sets her down again, keeping him at arm's length for a moment. "Look at you. Are you eating enough? Have you been sleepin'? I always worry when you're gone for awhile, y'know." She's still smiling, even after she fusses over him. "Tell me everything~"

Banshee has posed:
"Eatin', Drinkin', Sleepin', Workin', all o' the adultin' that ah need t'do," Sean assures her with a light half-smile of amusement. "Y'make it sound like I'm hopeless on me own, y'don't have ter worry yer head, Allie," the Irishman says with a move of hand to loosely pat at the side of her hair with his palm.

"Just 'elpin on some cases. Settin' them down for a bit. Tell me o' you."

Dazzler has posed:
"Well, I'm gomna worry about ya as if there's some chance that the second you walk off the grounds here, you lose all sensibility and become completely irresponsible and stop takin' care of yourself. Nothin' you can say will change that," she replies with a grin. But then he asks about her...

Alison shakes her head. "I don't know where to start...This new smack that's out there....Hook? It's bad news, and it's only gettin' worse. It's been showing up at my concerts. Fans are on it. Protesters are on it. Some of the kids at Xavier's have been on it. One OD'd. It has to be stopped somehow. I feel like it's behind that attack attack the museum and a bunch of the gang activity."

Banshee has posed:
Sean's expression darkens but not into a bleak level: she just moved to talk about work, and that's a more serious tone for him. "Yeh, it needs t' be contained, the root o' it blocked," Sean agrees, with a lift of one hand to rub his forehead, frustrated. "One step at a time. Workin' w' the p'lice about it. They're up t' their eye'alls in it too."

Dazzler has posed:
"That's kinda what I was worried about. If we're up to our eyeballs in it, and so are the police, then so are you. It's why I was so worried about ya of late. I know you. You get involved in something like this, and next thing you know, you're letting it consume ya. Stuff like this will eat ya up from the inside if you let it."

Banshee has posed:
Sean gives her a rueful look, and then honestly reflects, setting his hands at his hips, tapping his fingers of his left hand slowly against his belt. "T'be true, yes, there may be a bit 'o consumin'," finally grants the Xman. "But I'm not inter it as deep as I could be," he says, though his words suggest he finds that as a negative, or a reason to feel guilty. He could do more!

Dazzler has posed:
Alison smirks. "I see what you're doing there. Stop it. If you're not consumed by it, then don't become so. You'll have nothin' left but knee-jerk response, and bein' reactionary is never a good thing. You've seen where it usually gets /me/."

Banshee has posed:
"Y'seem to be makin' the best o' it, e'en so," Sean points out, looking over her briefly, and then giving her a smile. Sean's smiles are open and friendly; a relaxed quality to them. "May'ap we both need a drink," he teases, with a lift of one elbow, and a tip of his head back towards the buildings. "I've 'eard it's good t'get a break. Might be wrong though."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison takes a deep breath, and she sighs, her breath a physical manifestation of stress leaving her. She takes Sean's arm and slips on her sandals. "Sounds....nice. We should definitely do that. Unwind a bit. It's all just been a little more than I care to drown in, lately." But her smile betrays a lifting of the anxiety, even if only for a few moments. Sean's good for that. He has always been good for her soul.

Banshee has posed:
Sean folds his other hand over the hand she slipped over his arm, and gives her a nod. Whether Sean's in decent shape or no, he'll always project that positive, supportive rock for others, whenever possible. At least, that's his plan: what happens in reality can be a bit different from best intentions. But the intent for now seems to be going fine.

"Well, drownin in a bot'le isn't the best either, but I don' think we'll go tha' far," Sean teases, as he escorts her back towards the mansion, his pace measured to be comfortable for her.