Member No.: 141
Joined: 9-September 05
For days, Rachel remained in deep thought. She contemplated the different choices this new life afforded her, and she often wondered if returning to the mansion was the best. The thoughts of returning and seeing her parents, of seeing the other members of the team, sunk deep mere months after she drifted from the time-stream. The first month was the easiest, deciding to stay away from Salem Center, New York, to live a normal life that was never truly afforded to her. The second, she began to feel lonely, almost selfishly so, as she lived day-to-day with the human community. And now, the third month, brought an anxiety that she could no longer ignore – but was it the best choice for her to return to a team that was constantly in battle?
“A visit wouldn't hurt,” Rachel assured herself, looking at herself through the mirror of her bathroom, taking notice of the changes that were present against her facial features. Her hair had grown a bit longer, she noticed, canting her head to the side and visualizing the ponytail that was now missing. Change, inevitably, grew on her. She brushed the sides of her crimson bob with newly manicured fingers and her smile illustrated a visual acceptance for her appearance. Rachel also gained a little more muscle weight, but femininely so, as her visits to the gym gave her something to do physically, rather than the constant mental regimen she learned as a Hound and a member of the X-Men years prior.
Her decision was sound, she believed, and a telepathic call to a taxi driver had her with transportation within thirty minutes time.
During the ride, Rachel continued to reflect: a bit of excitement, small amounts of fear, and even doubt radiated the entire way. The little bits of conversation she had with the driver eased the mounting tensions, slightly, but his pigheadedness drew Rachel silent. He didn't like mutants, apparently, and Rachel didn't tell him their destination contained a slew of them. He would just have to guess for himself in the brief moments that he remembered, as she would wipe his mind of the incident altogether for safety precautions. All she needed was for Sentinels to be perched on the vast mansion lawn, Rachel thought sarcastically, tracking them just because some innocent bystander was scared and thought it wise.
The mansion gates were already opened by the time the yellow vehicle arrived, and Rachel exited after paying her fee with a small amount of curiosity. She walked the trail leading up to the mansion, a small backpack on her shoulders, and halfway through, Rachel is hit with a mental distress call. It was not the mental message, but more of an emotional outburst that Rachel's telepathy brushed across. Wasting little time, telekinesis wraps around her body and Rachel is flying with a decent speed to reach the mansion faster, spotting a small trail of blood on the ground leading to – “Elisabeth!”
She swooped down besides the violet beauty and notes the addition of crimson to her color scheme. “Oh no, you're bleeding everywhere. I need to get you to the medical bay,” Rachel said, wrapping the other woman's arm around her heck and standing as her foundation. “Are you able to walk with me, or should we use other methods?” After a few seconds of over-viewing her question, the red-head shook her head, adding, “That was a stupid question. Just... hold on!” Telekinesis, again, wraps around Rachel and adds the woman codenamed Psylocke as well. Positioned in her arms, the time-traveler whisks them into the air and they travel through the mansion at an alarming pace. Students and staff alike are pushed by the force of a force field surrounding the two of them, as they made their way into one of the elevators.
“Elisabeth, we're almost there,” Rachel said as the elevator started to descend. “What the hell happened?”