Log File 2017.06.13

Alys had kept mostly to herself, returning from her work in Albania...but subject to the pains she'd long forgotten surrounding air travel. She'd been trying to get back to Buffalo but was still stuck with the layover at LaGuardia until the flight boarded. The best she could do for now was to sit, attempt to enjoy her coffee, and watch the people walk by or even stare out at the planes on the tarmac in silence.

Not much had changed with Ruby's vigil over Mal...or more like there was no change with her brother. Keeping inside wasn't doing her a lot of good so she decided move outside, preoccupying herself with practice on a guitar. Since moving back into the mansion, Max had kept to a routine of training and watching current events with the reports on mutants since the incident out in the Mediterranean Sea. He figured to engage her in some conversation, but for the moment the best he had was to state his thought about not liking the ability to fly. There were some abilities that he'd retained since the events out at sea in that Pyramid, and that just happened to be one of them. The statement regarding 'said ability' brought the "why do that when you can teleport" question on Ruby's lips. For Max it was inefficient given his natural ability to teleport. Max was still a bit caught up in some of the things he found he could do since that incident overseas. Most of what Max had experienced as a former Horseman would fade...some would probably remain, though likely night terrors would linger. That seemed common of those that'd ended up as a Horseman and managed to live to speak of it in the past tense. Ruby turned the conversation back towards the other question Max had asked about music, what she could play on the guitar. She was about to continue until hearing a car at the gate to the estate ringing the bell.

Those that lived on the estate wouldn't have need to ring the bell...but there was also no one that anyone Ruby knew of, especially herself, was expecting. Max didn't know what to make of things either, so kept close as the driver finally stopped to hand over a message, a message from Layla. Ruby shooed the young kid of probably barely nineteen away as he was in shock that he found the two just like Layla had stated when running this errand...and being very vocal about communicating that to Ruby's annoyance. It didn't take long to realize upon reading the message that Max and herself would need to move...and fast. They had five minutes to get to LaGuardia-- that was all it said and the quickest way would be Max teleporting them there. Once he had the location in mind, Max took hold of Ruby to bring them into the men's room of the airport. By far it was still an unpleasing method of travel for her, but ther was no time. Even before emerging the restroom, there was already chaos that had erupted. As was evident when a reddish energy blasted out at Ruby and slammed her against the wall. Max took care of the gauntled individual...leaving a terrified TSA guy on the ground. From the frantic words spilling out of the other man, it sounded like there was another mutant outside of themselves present. The TV close by showing a view outside the airport from a blinding light ablaze...and from the next Terminal over from their location.

Over in Tibet, in a space and altitude far out of the way for most-- Rand had brought Layla out for a bit of fishing along with conversation. Standing in absolutely freezing water...in the Tibetan mountains...fishing. Well it was more than that, he'd brought her there for a reason. Using fly fishing instruction as an example to what Layla was doing to herself in regards to her own abilities. One can observe and know what to do in order to properly land a fish. However, in order to learn how to do so, one has to understand the fish's world...as an outsider the water is freezing, liquid torture. For the fish...it's natural. The body struggles to survive and adapt during the time one as the outsider will fish, but afterwards...there is the promise of a warm fire and dryness-- the natural world of the outsider. As a temporary excursion into another's world, it's not life threatening...but by not being a part of that world-- prolonged exposure would be fatal. Layla counters that the world people were a part of now was not something originally intended for them, but as a whole they learned to adapt to their environment-- fire, shelter, and so forth. A point that Rand could agree with, but he also points out that in her case she would need to be better to deal with things to come...her sister...or Mal if that situation comes to pass. Layla's best wasn't going to cut it for long, and if recent events hadn't brought that to light already, the conversation with Rand was starting to sink in the reality. Her best was going to have to get better...and she knew this.

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