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There wasn’t a whole lot of time to chit chat, and Kealey was restless and irritable owing to the emotions of the troublemakers in the area. The blond didn’t want to take it out on a complete stranger, so she tried to push those emotions to the back of her mind in a clustered and frustrated little jumble so she could focus on the man, August, instead.

August was…relieved? Kealey could understand that, it would be a relief to find someone else in this sort of scenario if he’d been trying to deal with all of those miscreants on his own. August was also…something Kealey tended to associate with done it was really a jumble of multiple things…but stress, anxiety, malaise, and a number of other things were twining together in the man’s head. Grateful was there too…plenty to work with if the need arose, but also enough that Kealey wasn’t too terribly worried.

August could apparently not turn people into chickens, but there was magic at play here. Real life magic. Shin had filled her in on Mystics and the Welldrinkers and all of the absolute chaos that went with them up to and including the destruction of a fair part of the Mansion. The idea of magic still made Kealey uncomfortable down to the tips of her toes…but judge not lest thou be judged.

The magic that her new ally possessed was suggestive in nature and Kealey nodded her understanding. ”You’ve done well.” she said, then frowned a bit thoughtfully as the man asked what she could do.

”Empath.” she said simply. It would take hours to explain everything about her powers and even then most people wouldn’t understand what she was saying.

“I think I can make people more amenable to your commands. So far I’ve just been doing my best to make them want to stop doing what they’re doing…but I can only work with what’s there…” Unless she could get close enough to touch…but she didn’t share that. Not yet.

All things considered, Kealey thought that Shin’s sister would have made a pretty good X-Man. Uncowed by the prospect of taking care of an infant she’d only known for a couple of days Sasami agreed and Kealey made her way to the Master bedroom to throw on clothes and shoes more appropriate than leggings and a t-shirt to go out on the town and potentially curb chaos.

A few moments later, the blond was back in jeans, trainers, and a different t-shirt that she could move in. None of them were originals and she definitely hadn’t broken out her uniform. Kealey was retired from official X-Men duties and didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.

Still, Sasami was feeling confident in her work, if still a bit worried for her brother and Kealey did her best to push those emotions to the back of her mind in favor of things that were more productive at the moment.

Out the door and to the elevator Kealey went, patiently waiting as she gauged the general feelings of the people in the building. The elevator arrived and Kealey found herself tapping her foot at about the same time she noticed that a person or several people were feeling rather restless and impatient a couple of floors down. Did they want to leave and were stuck? She wondered as the doors opened and Kealey went inside. Kealey pushed the button for the lobby and the elevator began to descend. As it did so Kealey ticked off the floors, not by watching the windows above the door light up, but by the familiar emotions of the people at certain “landmarks” as she passed.

“Grumpy person” on the 22nd floor was there and grumpy, maybe they needed to get out a bit more? Today though, there was more than enough reason to be grumpy.

“Silly kiddo” wasn’t on the 18th floor and Kealey frowned a bit at the absence of the juvenile glee that tended to wash away the grump from the 22nd floor. Hopefully they and their parents weren’t out in all of this junk.

The 14th floor and “placid contentment” were there, doing their placid and content thing and Kealey sighed a bit as the grump from above dissipated.

From there Kealey felt myriad and varied feelings as the elevator continued on its path and eventually deposited her in the lobby. Towards the doors she went, but was surprised when the doorman stepped up to her, “Mrs Shinbo it’s awful chaotic out there…” he said, concern evident in his voice and more than a little fear present in his emotions.

”It’s alright Tyler, I’m just going to go check things out. You don’t need to worry about me.” It probably sounded a bit funny coming from a woman who barely came to the middle of his chest, but Tyler stepped aside and let Kealey pass. He knew who lived in the upper floors of the building and probably at least a little of what they could do.

Outside Kealey stepped in time to see several things happening at once.

First. Unlawfullness of many kinds was occurring all around. People were breaking into cars, graffiti was being sprayed on buildings, people were running down the street with armloads of things they most certainly hadn’t purchased lawfully….and everyone was just in a frenzy. It made her hands twitch a bit and made her want to find some wild to do herself…she didn’t though…this was not Kealey Shinbo’s first rodeo.

Things were as she’d thought, and that just wouldn’t do. Reaching out with her powers, Kealey looked for anyone with a scrap of calm or logic remaining in their heads and started to focus on amping those feelings up while pushing down the other, more frenzied emotions that didn’t precisely have names. After a few moments, things were much more calm and Kealey started to walk down the street.

It didn’t take long before she came upon two men standing face to face, one of them was making interesting motions with his hands and the other was standing and seemingly watching. The man making the motions didn’t seem to feeling any intense feelings of animosity and after a few moments the other man turned into a chicken and filed away.

“Are you helping or hindering?” Kealey demanded as she marched up to the remaining man, her accent had softened a bit over the years, but the man would absolutely recognize her as Irish and not to be messed with.

There was a heady amount of suspicion in the emotions of the man sitting in the infirmary. Kealey supposed it was all to be expected, but it was still a lot to try and sort through at the moment. Nearly masked by the suspicion was confusion and...something else. Thoughts moved quickly though, and so did some conversations.

Asked about the lunar festival, the blonde nodded her head, "I'd heard about festivities." she said simply. "I don't do well in crowds though, so I can't say I've paid much attention." Large crowds and empaths didn't mix very well, and Kealey had learned over the years that even though she was pretty good with her powers, it was just better to avoid some situations all together.

All in all, they weren't getting anywhere right now, and the blond sighed. "If we're going to help you, you're going to have to trust me just a little bit. Generally people in your condition get taken to the hospital and there are police reports and things like that. We assumed you're a mutant because how else would you end up on our balcony like that? You're at the Mansion, that's as safe a place as exists in New York city for mutants. Are you in trouble?"

Fashion design was an interesting business. There were so many people in so many shapes, sizes, and varieties, and they all needed different things from the clothes that the wore. Some people needed function over form. Some people needed form over function. Some people literally depended on the clothes they wore to protect them from the hazards they faced in day to day life. Kealey liked to design for all of them. They weren't all her specialty, but it was always fun to stretch one's skills.

X-Men uniforms were a particular favorite for Kealey. It had all started when she'd made a coat for Shin and something for her to wear when they were out on missions. Shin's had bells and whistles...Kealey's just made her feel...well like a super hero vigilante should feel. From there, the blonde had expanded, making new uniforms for everyone on the team. Each one had been unique and well suited to the specific needs of the person who would be wearing it. Powers had to be taken into consideration, as well as functionality. Challenges to say the least.

Glancing at the clock, the blonde set aside the sketches that she and her current client had been working on, Rebecca would be arriving soon to go over details and give measurements and Kealey wanted to be ready.

Almost on cue, a knock came at the door to the apartment and Kealey rose from her seat to allow the knocker entry. "Right on time! Come on in.
I've got the sketches we worked on laid out and we can start discussing the finer points." she said, stepping aside to make space. It was always nice to see Rebecca, conversations between the two of them and their respective accents reminded Kealey of home.

Frustrating. Kealey knew. Kealey knew very well. This was a topic that she and Shin had covered, at length, so many times over the last few years that Kealey had lost count. It wasn't that it was a burden, this was definitely one of those 'for better or for worse' situations that they covered in the vows. Kealey took those vows seriously too.

It was just that sometimes...it was a lot.

This mental block had snapped itself in place all at once and had stayed in place for longer than either of them had thought was possible. It was a frustrating situation and Kealey couldn't help but feel bad for her husband...the problem was, he didn't really want pity. Over time, the frustration had bled over into bitterness and sometimes even hopelessness.

It was hard being an empath in that situation.

Psychic viagra?

Kealey couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. The frustration, Shin's frustration, was still there. It wasn't going anywhere, but the blonde was so used to it at this point that she was able to relegate it to the background and laugh.

"I don't think that they do." she said, "And you know my thoughts on the situation. I don't think there's a thing wrong with your brain."

OOC - Skipping Trace due to unconsciousness with his permission.

The injured man was fuzzy again, drifting on a fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness. It was disorienting to the blonde and she frowned slightly as Shin pointed out that it was obvious that the man had flown in...like Shin used to be able to do.

Kealey almost rolled her eyes. They'd been over this time and again, mental blocks weren't the type of thing that could be broken by force. They had to be worked through methodically. They'd been trying things, and eventually the things would work...even if it would be great to have access to a shard platform right this moment. They'd simply have to make due with what they had.

A dull thud and a metallic thud drew Kealey's attention and she scowled slightly at her husband and his wounded hand. He was frustrated and a bit sheepish, she just about told him off...and then she saw the platform. It was forest green and looked just about big enough to fit three people.

Blue eyes widening, Kealey gasped softly, "Shin..." she breathed softly, as if afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter the construct.

"Let's get him up there and get to the Mansion." Kealey said, a wide grin spreading across her features. Now they really had a chance to save this guy and find out what was going on.