New to the Future... Confused and Alone... [OPEN]

[Laynia Petrovna]

Laynia was dizzy, the world seemed to be spinning around her... What had happened? Who was this Vanisher? What happened to the Mansion? She had so many questions, she didn't know where to start... She looked up at Vanisher, but he had... Vanished?

Laynia was sitting on the pavement, her head still reeling, she was unable to make heads or tails of ANYTHING that had happened to her in the last... who knew how long?... She took a deep breath and tried to go through everything, one by one...

ONE... She heard loud noises and crashes in the Foyer at the Mansion, she ran downstairs and before she managed to see what was going on there was a bright flash of light... She wasn't sure but she thought that she might have put up a darkforce wall, her powers did things like that on their own sometimes...

TWO... She was confused and blinded for what seemed like a long time, she had no idea how long she was spinning through the light, all she knew was that she was still confused, still dazed, and still felt her stomach turning...

THREE... She found herself, somehow, under a pile of rubble, whether she protected herself with her powers she didn't know, her eyes hurt from the bright lights that had been assaulting her for god knows how long... She tried to claw her way out of the rubble, aware that she might have a very limited oxygen limit... Her efforts were near-useless... She then stopped moving... Don't panic Laynia... Calm down... Feel it build up inside you Wisps of living shadow seemed to come out of her, gather round her Feel the pressure building, Laynia... Get yourself out... get outgetoutgetoutGETOUT!!! Her eyes flew open and she released a blast of darkforce, it hurt her to wield that much power, it felt like her chest was being ripped apart by white-hot razorblades... She vaguely remembered screaming.... Finally she exhausted herself of the energy that she had built up and crawled out of the hole that she had made in the rubble... Judging by the thickness of the pile, she MUST have put herself in a Darkforce bubble... Her chest and head ached from the release of power... She could feel her heart trying to emancipate itself from her chest, she curled up in the fetal position and rested...

FOUR... She woke up and, for the first time, looked around, taking in the details of the ruined Mansion... And the hole that her Darkforce blast made in the wall... Her head and chest weren't hurting anymore, though she was still dizzy and confused... She couldn't have been asleep for more than a few minutes, she told herself, but who really knew how long it had been... She managed to get up on her feet after two unsuccessful attempts...

FIVE... Someone coughed behind her and she froze... she turned slowly, but noone was there... She heard a small whoomph behind her and spun round, coming face to face with a strange man...

"Well, If it isn't a late arrival? he said, "And who might you be young lady?"

Laynia looked at him... still confused... "Wh - Wh - Who am I?" she stammered, "Who are YOU?

The man sighed and rolled his eyes, "Well, if you MUST know, I'm Vanisher... thought you could use some help... Considering the sentinels are comin"

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'the sentinels are coming?'

"You don't know what sentinels are? Your time is practically neolithic!! Anyway, I could either get you to a safe place, or leave you here to fight off the nasties, though judging by how put a shiny new hole in the wall, they might not be too much of a problem for you"

She looked at him, unsteadily, then heard a mechanic groan and a crash, which made her jump, "Fine... Take me with you... "

SIX... Vanisher, or whatever the hell his name was, grabbed her by the arm and she suddenly felt an odd sensation, like she was being squeezed through a narrow tube, she felt the pressure increase in the air around them and WHOOMPH!

Here she was... on the pavement, confused, dizzy and nauseous... With Vanisher nowhere to be seen...


****Continuing through with present****

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up... She saw someone who looked remarkably like Warren, but... Older?

He saw the confused look on her face and said,

Laynia? It's really you isn't it? Come inside... Let's get you out of the streets, its not safe out here...

Laynia looked up and realised that it WAS Warren... Only he was old... Maybe late 30s... She, her head still spinning, let him lead her inside, where he explained the Time-Travel anomaly and the current state of the world...


He then leads her to a room and tells her to think things over... Laynia sits there, trying to absorb everything he just told her, the bed she is on is old and she can feel the springs poking at her ass... She can't be bothered to close the door... She doesn't care who sees her... For the first time in her life, she finds others' opinions of her irrelevant, and that she has no home, no life, and no true identity...



[[OOC: Sorry 'bout that Warren, Bobby told me you do this stuff when he accepted/welcomed me, so I thought I'd RP it as my first post... And like the title says... its open, so feel free to walk in anyone]]

[Rahne Sinclair]

Rahne hasn’t spent this long on four legs since before she was brought to America. And the longer she spends that way, the less she understands why she ever gives it up.

Granted, she can’t talk to anyone like this… but in all truthfulness, she’s pretty much said everything she has to say, and then some. Conversations with Primer, which used to fill her with a quiet confidence no matter how strange the world has become, now leave her anxious and unsettled. Primer’s daughter, whom she’d followed when they left the Camps, is strangely duplicated, and fights with him, but also fights with the cold man they’d attacked. Roger is here, but older, as is Vanisher.

It’s all become very confusing. Most confusing has been the appearance of others like her… not just mutants, but partaking of the Beast. The oldest actually became the Beast, shortly after she’d arrived, but after that only retained a tinge. Others are both more and less; she does not understand how, or why, but from their scents she can tell they’re a family. Thus far she has avoided them, not wanting to intrude in their territory any more than necessary… but their spoor is slowly filling the lair.

She doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but that’s not a new situation for her at all. The old Brotherhood base was just as alien, just as strange. And while she’s overheard enough to know that they’ve traveled into the future, those are just words… they mean little at the levels where meaning matters.

The wind smells different, though, and food is scarce, and she is forbidden to hunt. That much she understands. And, she realizes with a sniff in the air, there is a new arrival in the base. Nobody she’s met before, but with the once-familiar taste to her that tells Rahne she’s been transplanted from the past. Which elicits a certain amount of curiosity.

Which brings her padding into a dimly lit room with an open door and a depressed-looking girl lying on a bed. She doesn’t resume her human form, though… instead, she circles the bed, sniffing the new arrival carefully to learn what she can.