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 Well. Awkward., Apr 11th, 11:30am (oneshot)
 Posted: May 23 2018, 04:26 PM

Out of a decade or so of studying esoteric energies and supernatural forces around the world, there was none Marlee believed to be more powerful than Nostalgia. Why else, after not being back in New York for less than a week, had she been desperate to take a trip up to Westchester. As she'd walked around town, it was though nothing had changed since her high school years back at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The Grindstone's coffee was still lovely, Harry's still didn't hassle her for ordering the most plain and allergy-safe burger imaginable, and the air just smelled like everything was going to be alright.

But yet, something felt wrong. A profound unease had bothered Marlee ever since stepping off the bus in town. With her inborn connection to the natural life force of the surrounding area, large amounts of death always made her feel strange. It wasn't something she could accurately see like life itself, it was more subtle. More indistinct.

She found herself wandering towards the road that led up to Xavier's, but couldn't shake the dread on her mind as she walked. At the corner, though, she heard a rumor between two of the people passing by while walking their dogs: "I heard they demolished that old school off that way." They'd never have known the truth, of course. Nobody in Salem Center remembered what had happened that night, thanks to a little help from some Men In Black. A further feeling of dread and death came over the life-seer, and her pace quickened as she started down Graymalkin Lane.

She didn't get far, though. She only got far enough to see where the school should have been over a hill, before it all hit her from the side. The cataclysmic amount of death that happened during the Brood attack had sharply affected the ambient life energies of the area, and Marlee's powers didn't let her in on the fine details. Only that hundreds of lives had been lost here... not whose, not why. Not that the lives were those of the Brood, and not students or teachers, not the lives of a place she called home for some of the most important years of her life.

Marlee started back down the street before her worry could progress to nausea, because the thoughts her mind had gone to were ones she wasn't prepared to deal with. Not now, not ever. Something terrible had happened here, and she was worried that she'd never know what. She was already losing it over her father's death, she didn't want to try and cope with any others.
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