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Evelyn was exhausted. But that wasn't exactly anything unusual.

After a short shift at work, she decided to do some training in the Danger Room. But her mind wasn't really in it. The end result was a few extra cuts and bruises, and a killer headache. She still hadn't learned how to really reign in her new power growth, and the frustration just seemed to built.

As she came around the corner to her room, however, the echoes quickly noted that someone was having a worse day. Slowing down, she squinted at Gawain and tried to assess the situation. "Did I show up at a bad time?" She remarked slowly, confusion stuck on her face now.

"...neither of you miss Evelyn as a person?"

It was clear almost immediately he wouldn't get the answer he hoped for. Mr. Summers' mouth twitched somewhere between a frown and a laugh. The cyclical grimace he gave was quickly followed by a heated remark. "I could handle an extra pair of genes, kid. Tails, fur, your normal mutations or whatever you call them... sure. Maybe we would have worked something out. That girl has more problems than just a loose gene or two. There is no way to keep a secret around Evelyn. There is no privacy around her. She lets those dumb voices in her head or whatever she's calling them stop her from functioning like a normal civilized human being. That just doesn't work in our society.

"Have you ever considered that she's part of the problem here? Have you ever lived with a kid who doesn't forget? Who wakes up just as mad at you and upset as the day before? Even if we did want her back, you obviously don't know her very well if you'd think she'd go for it. She's broken, kid. Stuck in rewind. Eventually you'll get sick of going back into the past with her. People move on. She never will." The man scoffed.

While physical punches weren't being thrown, the intensity of the conversation was certainly picking up. There was a slight reprieve though when a cough echoed in the doorway, and Mrs. Summers stepped forward. Mr. Summers nodded to his wife and she turned her empty gaze to Gawain.

"Listen young...man... I'd rather not have punches thrown in my foyer. The stains are terrible to clean up. So lets just clean up where we stand. Evelyn is different. But I think you've spent far too much time convincing her she is different like the rest of you mutants. We've had her tested on a number of occasions. Her abilities are unusual, but nothing beyond what the average genetics can explain. She is smart. She's not a super hero and she does not need to keep gallivanting around pretending to be one. If you wanted to help her, stop filling her head with these ideas that she can be something she isn't." Mrs. Summers insisted.

Mr. Summers picked up where she stopped. "With time perhaps Evelyn could earn back her place in this family. But it wouldn't be while you're in the picture." He snapped.

Once Gawain reached the Summers floor, he was quickly created by one of the household staff members. Directed into the foyer of the flat, a stern faced Mr. Summers stood waiting. The room would look a bit familiar now, considering Evelyn and Mirror had a recent booze jacking adventure in the home. Although, the parental figure glaring back was a bit new.

"You look familiar." Was the first phrase that drifted out of the man's mouth. He sized up Gawain, trying to pinpoint where he recognized the mirrorwalker from. Obviously, he hadn't quite remembered/connected Maya "gender-shifting girlfriend" to Gawain who was standing here now.

The guard didn't do anything to stop Gawain from talking, although he stood there and looked gruff, ready to stop the teen from going any further inside. On the other end of the speaker, there was a scoff, and there was a silence that could have been filled by an eye roll if there was visual.

"You're wasting your breathe. I should have washed my hands of freaks like her years ago. And if you're like her, you can go disappear as well."

It was a polite way of saying get lost. Well, sort of polite. The guard she shrugged his shoulders again.

"I wouldn't push my luck if i were you." Rich people, security. Cops could be called. There was an unspoken warning not to mess with someone stuck in their ways.

Evelyn paused at the door as her head cleared, letting the echoes analyze the situation. Of course there would be a guard in the room. Nothing could ever just be easy with the x-men, right? Although she had to wonder how Sveta fit into this situation. If she was hanging out with Sam and Mirror, she probably was less towards the goodie-goodie side of things. Vigilante? That seemed more likely as she took the gun and burst into the room.

The x-men were never lucky it seemed. There was the immediate sounds of a scuffle and Evelyn pulled out her sai. Follow when the coast is clear...

To hell with that.

The nice thing about having a throwing weapon was the ability to, well, throw them. With a quick toss, and some guidance from the echoes, the metal weapon flew threw the air and knocked the guard across the head. The grazing hit ensured no long term damage (hopefully), but the man dropped at a rate that she couldn't guarantee no temporary injuries. In the corner, the captive man seemed torn between relieved and suspicious. It probably wasn't common to be rescued by girls in format attire.

Especially wielding guns and sai...

"So, headache medicine, yes?" Evelyn remarked, grabbing her weapon and motioning towards the door.

Evelyn did her best to adjust her own attire, which was difficult while trying not to expose too much skin. The last thing she wanted was to discover what power boosting did to the echoes. She left the jacket open and mentally searched for playbacks of being drunk. Hopefully she could behave realistically when she was mentally feeling tipsy. While the memories were a bit unhappy, she focused on the mission instead. She felt a slight rush of panic when Sveta took her arm, but did feel much different, so the thin jacket may have been working for the moment. She walked with Sveta and squinted, stomach tipping from tipsy to queasy at moments.

"You ladies need to get back upstairs. This area is off limits." One of the guards was instructing. Evelyn tilted realistically. At this point, she wasn't sure how much of it was acting. The playbacks were awefully strong, and her whole head felt like it was hammering.

"I don't feel so great. Is there a bathroom nearby? The whole room is all....tilty." She clung to the guys arm and the echoes picked up on his panic. One of the guards seemed like he was about to drag her off, but the other seemed genuinely worried. Protect the captives, keep party guests safe and oblivious. Having a job like this must suck.

The echoes seemed a little louder than normal too... One of the men reached out and caught her wrist. She flinched even before he made skin contact. He let out a groan of pain and reached for his head, quickly stepping backwards. Instant hangover via memory transfer...She always wanted offensive powers but that felt a little cruel. There was some yelling among-st the guards, but she wasn't quite sure what was happening because at that point...she threw up all over the first guys shoes.

Opps. Classy first impressions.