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beyond_evo It had been a week since the Timebroker had visited Chris.
In that period, he had told the rest of his team, and they had all told their parents. How they'd done it (and even if they wanted to) he'd left up to them. They all seemed to agree without verbalizing it, though, that it was best to keep this contained. None of them were really the sorts who were for huge emotional scenes, or big going away parties. Too strange. They knew what mattered. They knew who mattered. And none of them wanted to clog that up with more people, potentially stop things from being said that they needed to say to their parents because there were too many others around. They had come to Xavier's with a bang. They would leave with a whisper.
It was nearing the time that the Timebroker would arrive. They were all down in the Danger Room together, what belongings they'd decided to take in bags with them. They weren't any of them taking much; it was just their way. Their parents were all coming to see them off. Even Storm and Forge had been located, and had come back just for this.
They couldn't know if they'd done enough to save this world from the fate they'd known it to have. Their parents would have to be in charge of that, now. The Intruders were needed elsewhere.(Open to the Intruders and their parents! Last thread for them :()