Log File 2017.06.18

Alys woke from nightmares…reliving the time prior as well as the second incident when that ‘light’ flared up within her. She almost didn’t recognize the fact that for the time being she was not at home or in the storage room of the airport. Her heart was racing faster than her mind at relinking the chain of events. Once she realized she was in a place of some safety, her body’s continued monitoring of restoring her to proper functioning reminded her of the need for food. Dragging herself from bed she tried to freshen up and at least feel a bit more human before heading downstairs for the kitchen. Max had already woken up the next day to train and was already in the kitchen when she arrived.

He greeted her pleasantly enough, but Alys wasn’t really in the mood to meet or talk with anyone at the moment, however it didn’t seem she was going to get a choice in the matter. Though a few choice words in his greeting could have been left out… like how his cooking could kill or the nick name Twinkle. It didn’t take long for Max to open up the floor so-to-speak for any questions she had given events last night. Though, for the moment all she was wondering was when she could go home. He confirmed that she wasn’t a prisoner there and that she’d be assisted to leave, but the concern was more in her power manifesting again and potentially hurting someone.

Max explains that this place Alys is at now is here and meant to help others like herself, mutants…those with powers that manifest and unable to control them at first. He points out that if she leaves, there’s a chance what happened at the airport last night will happen again and others will get hurt. It’s not a point Alys can argue seeing as this was the second time it’d happened. There was good enough reason to believe there might be a third. Perhaps the approach from Alys’ viewpoint at what Max was saying was a bit too blunt or clinical or just assuming too much— her world had just changed and it was a big ask to blindly trust or assume she intended others to be hurt around her. That she wouldn’t look for some option to avoid injuring another person…it was a bit much, she stood up and tried to slap him before running towards the kitchen sink, sick with the apple she’d picked up mixed with the stress of the situation.

They spent most of the day talking. At one point getting some fresh air to walk out in the garden, Max showing her around a bit so the movement would help her feel better. Walking was something she did to sort out her thoughts, and the place he’d taken her was nice. He mentioned a little bit without going into too many details a few things about himself, but expanding more about the mansion…and the people on the estate and what this place was meant for in the first place. They’d talked well until dinner time before returning back inside—he ordered take out for the two of them. Though he finished up his dinner quickly while she took her time with the soup, she didn’t want a repeat of early with her upset system recovering from the day prior. It left her to go over their chat…and a few decisions she’d have to make. Staying here or not…and how much if anything to tell her parents who’d been expecting her from the layover at the airport by now.

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