<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion Dining Hall<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vulcan, Wolverine, Bishop: (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne flees while a fight breaks out.<br/><hr/><br/>Vulcan's sudden intervention gave the group of three around Rahne pause. They really hadn't thought anyone would bother them. It would just cause trouble for them. And the human lover surely couldn't have any friends around. She was eating alone, after all. But one of the three being blasted away caught off of their attentions. Though before he could respond more to Vulcan, another goody-two-claws showed up.<br/><br/>The glass shattering on a wall earned Laura some attention. Markus just groaned...This was going wonderfully. One of his buddies took the growing conflict poorly, and just turned and rushed from the cafeteria. And a space was quickly being vacated around the four starting the conflict.<br/><br/>"Stay out of it, wannabe!" Markus quipped at Laura--yeah, the kid had no sense of self preservation. "Real mutants are talking here, not some dead guy's clone. And I'm all out of collars..." A near suicidal, and distinct lack of self-preservation...But he knew the rules. Trouble would land on the people who threw the first punches. Vulcan had blasted one of his buddies, and Laura was...well, breaking stuff. Even if he started it by picking on a girl, they had escalated it, and he was certain he would be in the clear. So he looked back at Vulcan, "And what do you care? I mean, if you want your turn at the bitch...heh, just ask nicely..."<br/><br/>And when Markus turned to address the would-be good guys, Rahne crawled away on her hands and knees. No attention was on her as she just went to the wall, and from the wall to a door that led outside. She looked back briefly, eyes landing on Laura, as the girl extended her claws and seemed ready to fight. She might have hidden under the table, under Laura, if Markus hadn't been between her and Laura. But as she chose the "flight" of her fight-or-flight instinct, fearful she might hurt someone after having already coming close and snapping her teeth, she fled away instead. She didn't pick anywhere to go on the grounds, she just ran. Today was not her day...