Mama Said There'd Be Worse Days Than This ((Open for Inspection Aftermath))

[nohoundsallowed]

Rachel Grey-Ramsey pulled into Xavier's fast enough to almost clip the sides of her car on the opening gates. She didn't bother parking in the garage, abandoning her vehicle somewhere on the drive way before the house.

The Professor himself was coming back from his conference. They need to do an assessment of what went wrong and how they were going to react to it.

So far, Rachel was reacting by telekinetically flying over the front lawn while helping her cousin keep Animus under wraps.

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[nohoundsallowed]

Rachel kept up the claw attacks. Bit by bit she would wear the entity down. She couldn't get rid of him, even if the temptation was strong. It would harm Topher more than do him any good. Though she did have to smirk and roll her eyes on the psychic plane.

I'm not the Phoenix now, but I was and will be again. I've been to the end of time. You cannot scare me with your doom-saying. It is all sound and bile. Let me know when you can speak in anything other than weak, dark threats.

[marvel_boy]

I'd rather not show my hand yet, Rachel Grey-Ramsey.

Rachel would notice, though, that Animus seemed to be quite a bit weaker than he had a few moments ago.

[nohoundsallowed]

See? I knew you little evil psyches could learn to talk beyond threats. A small hop into poker terminology. She could feel Animus weakening with every snatch of the claws. She kept at it. Though when she sent her telepathic voice to Topher himself, she moderated it to not make his head hurt.

How are you doing, Topher? How much weaker you need him?

[marvel_boy]

Just give him one last psychic bitchsmack? Make him quiet for a couple of days so I can, you know, recuperate.

And possibly spend some time making out with his ridiculously hot boyfriend to forget about this day.

[nohoundsallowed]

One psychic bitchsmack coming up. But Topher? I'm in your mind. I don't need to see your thoughts about making out with Jeremiah.

The talons withdrew from the cage for a moment. What came back was one massive bird of prey foot. The talons went through the bars and scraped against Animus to take one last giant scrape of the energy he had harvested.

[marvel_boy]

Heh. Umm. Sorry. It's just...happy thoughts, you know?

Even as he thought it, he relaxed visibly. He felt Animus go down and unconscious and for a moment, all of the strength released from that went rushing into Topher. He floated up from where he sat, still holding on to Rachel. He opened his eyes wide and blinked. "Not gonna lie. That was too close for comfort." Animus getting released, he meant.

[nohoundsallowed]

Rachel slowly opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She was centered back in her own body and this was possibly the only thing that wouldn't give her a headache as she rushed to catch up on what happened while she was gone.

"Very close. Topher, how much shielding do you tend to have on a daily basis?"

[marvel_boy]

"I usually just expend, expend, expend," Topher replied. "I don't really shield myself from anything. If I know someone tends to be overbearingly negative, I just try to limit contact."

Mostly, that just meant Brooke.

[nohoundsallowed]

"That won't be good enough if you're going to compete with Sara to lead the next generation of X-Men," Rachel gently chided with a smile. She stretched a bit to work out some of the tension between her shoulder blades.

"I know you've had basic mental shielding classes like all students here, but I want you to sign up for an intermediate course after a refresher. You've already seen a leader can easily get into situations where limiting contact won't work."

[marvel_boy]

"Oh please," Topher grinned. "It's hardly a competition." Besides, she's with the New Mutants now, and I'm still with the core team. We're both carving out niches for ourselves.

He nodded, then. "But no, I agree. I do need better control so I can lead when the time comes."