Log File 2017.11.15

As Max appeared in the subbasement with Layla, they suddenly found Xavier forcibly take control of their bodies to move them to opposite sides of the room and out of his way. With the path clear, he moved to stand beside Mal, placing a hand to the side of Mal's head. A blur of motion as Ruby moved through the front doors and bouncing off areas in the lift, leaving it in ruins, reveal a very perturbed individual that was none too pleased to see Xavier beside Mal. It was difficult not to hear the wrecking ball heading his way, but this didn't seem to bother Xavier as he took control of Max and Layla's physical forms to present an obstacle for Ruby. While the two may not have control over their physical forms, they were of the same mind of Ruby doing what she needed to in order to protect Mal. Wasting no time after Layla spoke, Ruby pulled the two briefly into the crimson room...an individual reality contained within her ruby red armoring...as she moved up to Xavier and slammed his head into the wall. It seemed that while the man was bleeding around the head after that blow-- he was still alive, but unconscious. The sudden appearance, just as much as the manner of Xavier's approach to them now, didn't settle well. Layla and Max would help Ruby secure the unconscious form of the man that'd assaulted them that night. Alys was only briefly aware from Max's explanation of the events that'd transpired out of sight. Veronica being more of a veteran at such occurrences advised her to try and relax with a shower and go to bed for now, and if she was still having issues to seek her out tomorrow. It all happened so fast, and left more questions than answers.

Mal was sitting at the kitchen table in the small house his parents had lived in by the lake. His eyes were focused on the tree decorated with lights and gifts around it as he ate a bowl of cereal. A very young Ruby with pigtails waddled into the room chanting 'open' as only an excited toddler could about Christmas. Mal looked to his father, also at the table with the question of waiting a little longer... The tree itself had already stated to lose needles by the hour, to have it all appear to his mother as if she'd never missed a thing-- his father went to get a new tree so they could spend the time moving the decorations over so it would all be fresh and new. Something else touched upon that memory...a tug at Mal's consciousness by something from the outside...

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