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Fuzzy Blue Brooding (Kurt)
TJ bit her lip, crouching on the banister of the balcony outside her room as the sound from the radio drifted outwards. By now, she'd heard about Emma, Jean, Sean and the others being sucked in to the rift created by the young boy Gordon. She didn't have a clue as to what to do- with the Exiles, she'd just been along for the ride and asskicking- Blink had always been the one who knew what to do. She was brawn, not brains when it came to interdimensional hero-work.
Now, she was feeling useless. There was no ass to kick- the culprit here had been an innocent young boy with limited control over his powers. What could she do? She hated this feeling- people who'd helped her, who she cared about, were adrift in the timestream (something she had experience with) and there was nothing she could do but sit and wait while the other X-Men figured this out.
She sighed "this bites" she said to no one in particular. She didn't realize there was a pair of familiar ears nearby to hear her complain.
((Kurt))
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