<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/XMenAvatarBanshee01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Banshee<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Sean Cassidy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Front Lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rachel, Kitty, Proudstar; Cable Mentioned<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/messiahsjedi/Marvel%20Comics%20Universe/Marvel%20Universe%20X-Men/207172-132052-banshee_super.gif</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Sean heard the main door to Xavier's open and casually turned his head to see Proudstar coming outside.  Aside from a slight clench in his jaw, Sean didn't acknowledge the new arrival, hoping that their "guest" decided to hang back and let the rest enjoy a chat.  He had no desire to socialize with the man, and hoped that Proudstar felt like such an outsider among the X-Men that he left.  Best case scenario, the man was completely unprepared to die.  Worst case, he still wanted revenge.  Either way, no sense in trusting him.<br/><br/>Sean quietly snorted at Kitty's joke as she and her transportation slowly lowered to the ground.  Normally, he was the type to happily smile too broadly at a silly joke, but he wasn't in the best of moods at the moment.  That was a shame, really, as the day had started out with such a positive outlook.  His mood was not improved when Kitty ran past he and Cable to give Proudstar a rather emphatic greeting and more than a casual hug.<em>What history do they have?</em>he wondered.  Sean let out a noticeably tense exhalation, but otherwise remained quiet about her choice of friends, or maybe more.  Unfortunately, she then asked a rather jarring question, forcing him to break his mainly stoic silence.  He glared at the young girl, still hanging off the son of a bitch who kidnapped him when he was still without his powers.  He waited while Cable introduced himself and then answered in a reproachful tone.<strong>"And I never stopped being an X-Man.  You should know that."</strong><br/><br/>To properly demonstrate his disappointment, Sean turned away from Kitty and looked back to Rachel, popping his eyebrows to ease some of the tension, though looking at her was a bit uncomfortable.  The disappearance of her wings of flame certainly helped a little, but the literal emptiness of her gaze was a bit unnerving.  Fortunately, he'd learned to place more emphasis on inflection, a luxury of his hearing, and by her tone, she seemed friendly, though still a little crazy.  Crazy people were often refreshing to spend time with, though, and she'd already demonstrated some of why, and seemed to have a sense of humor about herself, or at least in general.  He shrugged good-naturedly at her "true that" and embellished a bit.<strong>"We have met before, though."</strong><br/><br/>He relaxed slightly as Rachel's eyes filled in and her hair became fiery in only the figurative sense.  He listened as she started asking questions, half-expecting the more important question she was building toward.  He pursed his lips a bit and shook his head dismissively.<strong>"Nope.  Just off recruiting some unknown.  I'm stuck here keeping an eye on that one, making sure he doesn't get up to anything.  This time I'll have my powers,"</strong>nodding briskly toward Proudstar.  It was, in all fairness, a pathetic and petty thing to say.  Sean had never cared for threats, even credible ones, but there was nothing about his presence that didn't anger Sean in some way.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For the telepaths</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Feelings toward Proudstar (strongly and frequently appearing).  His hunch that Rachel is a bit crazy, and mild unease at the blank eyes.  Acceptance at hanging out with a crazy person.  Mild self-chastising, followed by internal justification, at his own pettiness</div></div>