Artist Interruptus

Summary:
October 29 2014: Piotr just wants to paint, but he gets a couple of visitors.

Unit 24F

Jericho and Illyana's apartment in Hell's Kitchen. A nice three bedroom affair with a view of the Hudson.


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It's late in the afternoon and the light is perfect this time of day, at least, that's what Piotr Rasuptin had rationalized. He stands in front of an easel in front of the balcony, paintbrush in hand.

It's late in the afternoon and the light is perfect this time of day, at least, that's what Piotr Rasuptin had rationalized. He stands in front of an easel in front of the balcony, paintbrush in hand.

The brush strokes are quick and smooth as the artist captures the city line from the balcony. His head cants to the side as he works on the very kitsch piece he's working on. Despite himself, painting draws a large grin, especially painting landscapes rather than people.

A stack of watercolour paintings rest on the kitchen counter — he's already created quite the collection. Those are all portraits, however, each of people he knew once upon a time in a different world and lifetime.

*

Taking the stairs by twos, Nancy gets up to the floor where Jericho and Illyana live. She grabs the door handle and turns it, her walking following through as she expects it to be unlocked. But it isn't and Nancy ends up walking into the door that doesn't open. After an exclamation of pain and a rubbing of her forehead, Nancy grumbles as she gets out her set of keys. She reminds herself that her best friend and brother aren't home. That they are still off in Limbo somewhere, maybe even dead. That puts a huge damper on her visit.

The jingle of keys at the door, as well as the previous loud THUMP of her walking into it, warn Poitr that he's not going to be alone for much longer. THe door opens. "K'Nert! I got your favourite. Rocky Road!" she yells as she walks in the door. As she comes into the apartment and is face to face with a stranger, she drops the bag that holds the cartons of ice cream and pulls out some sort of sci-fi laser weapon one might expect to see in the movies. "Who are you, what are you doing here, and how did you get here?" she says, frowning at the large imposing painter. The knock on the door not two seconds after she closed it behind her doesn't do much for making her more comfortable with the situation.

*

Cal had heard, of course, that the medbay had visitors and not just Xavier's affiliated ones. By the time he managed to get down there, it was already empty which was promising in that it meant no one was seriously injured. Still, he thought he'd go see how Illyana was doing in person. And, he must admit, that Piotr was with her sparked his curiosity as well. Blinking over to her building, he knocks on her apartment door.

*

The gun has Piotr dropping the red oil paint he'd been holding as well as the paintbrush, and, effectively painting the floor of the apartment. His eyebrows arch upwards, his blue eyes widen, and his body, rather instinctively, turns to organic armour. "I … live(?) here and her man-friend," he answers abruptly as he takes a single step towards Nancy. He's not entirely sure he lives here, but it's where he's living for now and so he runs with it.

"Who are you and why are you in our(?) house?" there are implicit questions within his real question. He isn't entirely sure if he lives here, but he's certainly staying here for now.

His chin drops as he looks at the paint that's on the floor and clucks his tongue, a metallic, echoey sound thanks to his armoured state. "Don't shoot. I need to clean that. Oil paint stains badly — "

*

Seeing the large man change into metal brings a sneer to Nancy's lips. She steps closer, holding the laser in a Weaver grip, even though the weapon produces no recoil for her to need the extra support. She pushes her aura forward, enlarging it to a more egg shaped form. "You live here? You don't seem Illy's type. More brawn then brain." She waits till her aura is large enough to envelope the metal man, waiting to see how he reacts to going back to skin against his will.

"I'm the one who's watering the plants while the owners are gone. And they didn't mention any other visitors coming to stay."

Nancy presses her back to a wall and walks away from the door, keeping her distance from the stranger. "You might want to answer the door. Don't try anything funny."

*

They're not making any effort to be quiet inside so Cal can certainly hear them though he can't quite place their voices. The Russian accent is certainly a hint but the other… Well, he hasn't seen her in a while. "Illyana?" he calls, pounding on the door. Screw it. Turning into metal, he *BLINKS* to just inside the door, ready for whatever situation he finds. Which is not really what he expected. "Nancy? Why are you aiming a gun at Illyana's brother? Piotr, it's good to see you. And you as well, Nancy." Not that he's relaxing quite yet since he doesn't know what led to this.

*

The metal disappears and Colossus's features draw together in a nearly pinched expression. He runs his nose with the back of his hand and openly stares at Nancy and her assertion. If he's concerned about being in his non-armoured form, he doesn't show it, and instead, his arms cross over his chest. But the notion of being Illyana's type warrants a shudder and cringe, "Yana is my sister," Piotr corrects.

"And the oil paint will stain. It always does," this isn't the first time he's spilled it.

The entrance of another has Piotr's eyebrows arch higher again. "Yana isn't home," he deadpans, although he's moving to the kitchen to retrieve some dawn to eat up the oils in the paint. He grasps the paper towel and then shrugs at Cal. "Hi," he offers quietly. There are, however, some vast differences between him and his 626 incarnation, including his accent or lack thereof. He grew up mostly in the United States and it can be heard. Easily. "Uh," he's looking back to Cal. "So. Hi," he lifts his hands in the air again, just in case this is one of 626-Piotr's seedier contacts.

*

As a metal man suddenly appears on the apartment side of the door, Nancy starts to flare up her field. Until he says her name. Sure, she hasn't been in the X Mansion in a while, but Cal was one of the people she really liked there. He set her on her path. When he says who the stranger is, Nancy pulls the laser gun to her shoulder. "Brother? Wait… Piotr?!" She looks to the large stranger, a smile starting to form on her lips. "Like, Piotr 'who is the most amazing brother in the whole world and I wish you could meet him' Piotr? The one who turned out to actually be a huge creep, Piotr? Brotherhood Piotr?"

*

As tensions relax, so does Cal and the metal turns back to flesh in a way Piotr would instantly recognize. "That would be him." he agrees, watching the large mutant. "I just came by to make sure everyone was all right since you you left the medbay. How are you, Nancy? And how are your wards?"

*

Piotr's eyes narrow skeptically as he tidies up the paint on the floor using Dawn, water, and paper towels. The notion that he's Brotherhood Piotr has him glancing between them: "No. Not that Piotr." The correction has his lips turning up into a tight-smile that never touches his eyes. "No, I'm not Yana's Piotr. I'm from a different — " his finger waves through the air in a loose circle to explain without explaining at all.

The paper towel is put int he trash and he trails back to the painting he'd been working on. "I'm fine, thank you," he manages a smaller smile as his cheeks hue a light pink.

*

As tensions relax, Nancy slides the weapon back into the holster hidden under her leather jacket and even pulls in her power as snuggly to herself as she can get it. Cal would notice that that is a lot closer then it used to be, a mere 2 feet from her unlike the 10 feet it was when he met her. She sneers softly, watching Piotr. "So, I'm guessing we're ignoring the fact that you kill people for the "betterment of mutantkind" cause yer Illy's big bro?" she asks, complete with the finger quotes.

When Piotr tells them that he isn't *that* Piotr, Nancy groans. "This is your ballpark, Cal. I … yeah. I have a hard enough time coping with Limbo. And the Nesters are doing well. We found a couple more and some of them are working for Roberto now, getting back to normal lives like before the whole HYDRA mess."

*

Piotr's attempt at an explanation actually makes perfect sense to Cal. He's had to do the same thing on numerous occasions. He just doesn't know how it happened. "A different reality? Me too." Walking over to Illy's couch, he flops down on one end. "That's how I know you. Or rather, a version of you. I take it I don't exist in your reality?" Nancy gets a smile. "That's good to hear. Nothing could help them adjust better than some normalcy. Do let us know if you need anything."

*

And so it begins. With a soft sigh Piotr just shakes his head and treads back towards his painting to work on the cityscape again. Explaining things he scarcely understands can only end in disaster. So he issues the pair a shrug in response and allows his hands to drop to his pockets. His lips press together into a thin neutral line and he issues them both another shrug. "Maybe you did." And then with a dimpled, nearly self-deprecating smile, he adds, "I don't know everyone ever." In other words, they didn't know each other.

He arches a single eyebrow, "Nesters?"

*

With things being weird but normal, Nancy goes back to the door to pick up the fallen carton of icecream. She heads into the kitchen and gets out a bowl, whistling and making other cat summoning noises. "K'nert! I'm gonna eat it all!" When even this doesn't get a reaction from the small demon that looks like a cross between a cat and a lizard, Nancy sighs with a roll of her eyes and just puts the whole carton in the freezer.

Nancy leans on the counter and smiles to the pair. "I will, Cal. Thanks. I talk with the Professor from time to time, so he'll be the first to know if the Nest needs anything. Actually, Bobby would be the first, but Prof is a really close second." She blushes a bit as Poitr asks about the Nesters. She's still not used to this whole being in charge thing. "It's a joke. We saved a bunch of mutates from HYDRA, a terrorist group that was trying to engineer a mutant army. I have a farm off the highway between here and Gotham and that's where we live. Because of my power, they started calling it Nancy's Nest for Normalacy. It stuck. We just call it the Nest though. And we call ourselves Nutates. As in mutates from the N-Series of that stupid project of theirs. Long story."

*

"If you need anything, Piotr, you're welcome to ask me." Cal tells the Russian. "I don't know what Xavier's was like in your reality, but in this one we help each other out and try to build a better world between metas and mutants and humanity." Which sort of implies he knows of realities where that wasn't the case. "I know how confusing this can be, being plucked out of your world." Listening to Nancy's explanation, he waits till she's done to ask "Did you ever learn anything about the other series that came before?"

*

Nancy's explanation has Piotr's eyes narrowing, and finally he lands on a very quiet, very annunciated, "I see," and his voice resonates warm and low even though he doesn't (see, that is). "Well, I suppose the world is complicated," he notes with a stitch of a smile. "No matter which version of it you're from." He begins capping each of the oil paints and grabbing the brushes he'd been working with so they can be adequately cleaned.

The notion of confusion merits a lopsided smile that still doesn't meet his eyes. "The confusion isn't that bad. The disorientation and expectation?" his eyebrows arch and he mmms quietly.

*

Nancy nods to Calvin. "Most are either dead or normal. M-series is a bunch of spot on the wall mutants, but they are welcome at the Nest when we find them. A couple of us are heading to Nigeria to see what we can do for the human trafficking rings there." She goes and pours herself an orange juice. "Anyone thirsty?"

She listens to Piotr and sighs softly, looking at him with pale grey eyes that are filled with sympathy. "It must suck coming to a dimension where your other self is… well, so different. You have to wonder what happened to have turned you into that person."

*

"Being surrounded by places and people who are familiar enough to put you at ease but different enough to jolt you out of it instantly?" Cal asks. "Expecting them to behave a certain way when they don't? Seeing people alive who were dead? Or maybe even some who you killed who are alive here?" Though that might be specific to Cal. "It does get easier." Though a moment later, he frowns as a thought occurs to him. "This reality's Piotr should still be here in the city. We should find him and let him know what happened." He looks over at Nancy. "Sometimes, it can just be a single decision you make. And I'm good, thanks."

*

Piotr hmmms again. The realization of the differences between the Piotrs had dawned when he'd visited 626-Piotr's apartment. "Well. Being confused for him does seem like something that will happen a lot," he offers as he shoots Nancy a small grin. He nods towards Cal, "Yana has been looking for him, but without success so far. We don't know if he got swapped with me, whether he's stuck in a different dimension, or if he's around here. We went to his apartment and it seemed… vacated."

*

Sipping at her orange juice as she leans on the kitchen counter, Nancy considers. "Well, our world Poitr was into the whole criminal element. Boy, when Yana found that out did I get an earful. So much disappointmet. But, what I'm getting at is, if he's big in the whole criminal thing, it is possible that the apartment you found was only one of his safe houses. He might have bugged out to a different one." She ponders for a moment and then upnods her chin to Calvin. "Maybe the Prof can talk to Magneto? What with Mags being head of the whole Brotherhood thing, that is, and Prof and Mags being old friends."

*

"Well, I don't know how you got here or if it would affect the other Piotr but I do know it's possible for two versions of someone to exist in the same reality so it doesn't have to be an automatic swap." Nancy's suggestion gets a nod. "Yes, that's a good idea." Cal agrees. "I've spoken to this Magneto once and he didn't strike me as being too unreasonable. He'd probably be willing to reassure Illyana that Piotr was well if he knows anything."

*

Piotr runs his palm over his chin and then nods. "Well anything to ease Yana's mind. If we can find the other Piotr, and know what's happened to him, I think any information would be useful." He offers another nod, "Right. Safehouses could be a dime a dozen if he needs to bug out." It feels weird talking about himself in the third person, but then they're not really talking about him. "I'm hopefully going to have an opportunity to talk to the professor to straighten things out a bit. We can ask if he can speak to Magneto then…"

*

Nancy wrinkles her nose. "All the stories I've heard of this Magneto guy? I don't know if I'd trust him to be honest, but then, I only know him from heresay, and we know how that can make a person seem rather two dimensional." She chuckles, the thought of talking about dimensions to two dimension hoppers amusing her. She rinses off her glass and leaves it in the sink to go and be in the living room proper. "So… if you've seen Illy… then.. she's back from Limbo?" she asks, hopeful.

*

"She should have asked me for help with whatever it was." Cal's not seen Illyana and just heard she was in the medbay. But is no longer, so he looks to Piotr.

*

"She's definitely back from Limbo," Piotr confirms. "I think… I think that's where they found me?" He emits a quiet sigh. "And.. Magneto where I'm from is… tricky." There's another flicker of a smile, "But, as we've already established, people can be very different across dimensions. So. It's possible that he's much kinder here."

*

Nancy snorts softly as she flops down on the other side of the couch. "Cal, you know she wouldn't *ask* for help. Hell, she wouldn't even let you help if you had asked her. I know. I tried. She and Jer went and tossed the Nesters and Bobby in my face, asking what would happen to them if I didn't make it back." She pulls a knee up to her chest, hugging it and then her mind catches hold of something and she sits up sharply. "Medbay? Holy crap! Is she okay? And what about Jer! Is … is he still… " Nancy doesn't finish the sentence, not wanting to bring herself to asking about her foster brother, to ask if he is still among the land of the living."

*

"No, she doesn't do that." Cal agrees with a shrug. Some Illyanas never change. At least the older ones. "Nancy, no one would havebeen permitted to leave medbay if they weren't well enough to do so. And no one died there."

*

A glance is given to Cal and then back to Nancy who earns a small smile. "Yana's man-friend is perfectly alright," Piotr answers while he finishes cleaning the paint brushes. "Yana also is perfectly alright. Physically, anyways." He frowns slightly, "I think she worries for her Piotr." As he worries for his version of earth.

*

"So… Jericho was in the Med bay too? And he's… " The look of worry on Nancy's face turns to one of annoyance. She pulls out her phone and her thumbs start flying. "Hey Jer, it's me. So, when were you gonna tell me you were back from Limbo, fart breath?" she says as she types. She rolls her eyes as she puts the phone away. "Those two need to seriously work on their communication skills. How long have they been back? Were their thumbs broken? Cause yanno, a simple 'Hey' would have been awesome." As annoyed as she sounds, there is a touch of relief there that she just can't hide and when she goes to rub her eyes, it's because of allergies. Honest!

*

Cal nods to Piotr. Illyana almost certainly is as anyone would be. As Nancy decides to yell at this 'Jer', he asks Piotr "So were you an X-Man, Piotr? And are you looking to continue to be? I don't know of any way to travel to a specific reality so I'm afraid you're most likely stuck here." True enough since he doesn't have a Tallus to contact the Exiles.

*

There's a smirk at Nancy's rants. "You know," Piotr pauses. "I still don't know your name. If I should see them before they receive your messages," which is unlikely, "I have no idea who to tell them came by besides the woman who is supposed to water the plants." There's a more reflective smile when he offers, "A few days. I'm sure they didn't mean to overlook you. Yana tried to help me settle. And Jericho," it's the first time he's used the other man's proper name aside from the title man-friend, "explained things to me about myself. Very helpful. Both of them." The words are punctuated by a dimpled grin.

But the smile doesn't last as the conversation turns to his old life. In fact, Piotr's lips edge downwards and he turns back towards the cupboard to retrieve a glass. "I was," he finally answers as he pours himself a glass of orange juice. "I wish to speak to the Professor before…" his cheeks hue pink and his head shakes. "The world is very different here. Very. The professor will know where I can fit," if he can fit. "It's hard to live alongside people who you cared about and have no idea who you are or, perhaps worse, see you as someone repulsive or vile to their sensibilities. I'm sure the Professor, in his wisdom, will be able to advise me."

*

Nancy O'Neal says, "Name is Nancy. Yana's my best friend and Jer is sorta like my brother. He kinda adopted me and vice versa sort of thing. We look out for each other. So, when you wanna complain about her and him canoodling, you can talk ta me cause, just.. ew." She listens to Piotr's worries about his place in the world. "Well, if you don't feel comfortable at Xavier's, allow me to offer up the Nest as an option. We have loose ties to X-men, since they helped me when I really needed it. So, we're friends without being part of them, but only if that's what you want. We're not really change the world types, more support those that need it types at the Nest. And don't worry about offending me with a no. Just offering if you need a place while you find yourself in our world.""

*

"I understand completely, Piotr." Cal assures the other man. He went through the same thing, albeit without having a criminal version of him here. Or any version. "The Professor will surely be able to help you." And the man's confidence in the Professor - a Professor - says something about him and his X-Men. "There's a lot of good people here."

*

There's a chuckle at the notion of Jer and Yana canoodling. "I'll remember that," Piotr grins again while his arms cross over his chest only to fall back to his sides when he realizes he abandoned his orange juice to the counter. Absent-mindedness abounds when distracted by things like other dimensions. "And thank you for the offer. I… don't really know this world. I don't know where I should land or what I want to do. Seems strange to fight for anything without understanding the context of the fight. But then, if you stand of r nothing, you will for anything."

He nods at Cal. "Thank you. And I'm sure there are. But there's…" his lips hitch up on one side, "…other considerations. The meaning of things. Differences to worry about… things. Even if the goodness of people isn't in question, the emptiness of connection is a reminder of… all the lives lost." There's a pause. "I mean, displaced."

*

"Cal is right though, the X-men are pretty awesome. I mean, they took me in when I was being hunted by HYDRA, so that was pretty cool of them. And they gave me direction and a purpose, so… yeah, they're pretty cool in my opinion." She looks over to Cal and smirks. "Even if they think I'm a pain in the ass."

*

Cal's not going to push to find out the specifics of Piotr's reality. He'll talk when - if - he's ready. "I understand. If you ever want to talk, just holler. In any case, take your time. No one's going to rush you to commit to anything. You need time to learn about this world. It's worse than some, better than many I've seen." Grinning at Nancy, he shakes his head. "I've met worse so I have a tolerance."

*

"Professor Xavier is a man who I wholeheartedly trust. And maybe I shouldn't s this world is so different than my own, but I do. If the Professor can get a glimpse of the world I came from — " Piotr shrugs. And towards Cal he nods, "And undoubtedly, this world is very different than my own." There's a pause. The glimmer in his eyes deadens, "And not worse."

His throat clears and he glances towards the easel. "To be honest, I haven't even been able to pick up a brush in a year or so. It's a relief to put paint to paper. Proof that differences can be good, I suppose."

*

Nancy laughs at Cal's comment, resting a hand on her heart. "Ah, you always were a sweet talker, Cal. Telling a girl she's tolerable cause you've met worse, I'm truly touched." She giggles then and gestures to the chair by the couch. "You gonna sit with us, Mr. Painter man, or just continue to stand there looking all intimidating like. Cal and I don't bite unless we get asked to. And it's good to be able to express yourself. I don't know what I would do without my cello."

*

"Art is supposed to be good therapy." Cal says as he stands back up. "Maybe you can work some things out by painting them. Let Illyana know I stopped by to say hello and see how she was." He pauses then adds "And that I'm back. She might not actually know. I was away for a bit but just got back recently." he explains. "I'll be at the school if either of you need anything."

*

"Art is like breathing," Piotr offers. "It's more than expression, it's the reason there's anything worth fighting for. If there was no beauty, no difference, no creativity, then — " he shakes his head. His history is not their history and so he just leaves it there. Amusement reflects in his eyes at the remark, and he finally walks over to the couch and assumes a seat across from it. But just as he's sitting, Cal is saying his farewells, "I will certainly pass on your greetings… Cal, is it?" His eyes narrow slightly and then he nods again, "Thank you for the visit. And the encouragement." He flashes the other man a weak smile.

*

Nancy O'Neal says, "You have my number Cal, and you're welcome to come by to the Nest any time you like. And if you ever need my aura to help you out, just say the word and I'm there." Nancy does love it when her power is a blessing and not a curse. She then turns to look over at Piotr, her eyes dancing as the subject turns to art. "I know exactly what you mean. When I'm playing, it's just me and the music. It's like the music is flowing through me and I feel things I could never feel without it.""

*

"You're welcome, Piotr." Cal tells the man. "My Piotr was a friend who helped me many times. He'd expect me to help out another reality's version of him." He nods to Nancy's invitation. "Count on it. Talk to you both later." And then he disappears with a flash of pinkish light.

*

"Quite the exit," Piotr muses as Cal disappears, but it's not without a nearly ironic smile that he says it. His smile finally touches his eyes when Nancy describes playing the cello. "That's how I feel when I pick up a paintbrush! It's like an extension of myself. I can feel it in my grasp, turning over in my fingertips, and extending as a simple piece of myself." He grins. "I suspect that's how your bow feels when you sit in front of your instrument. That somehow the world is right, that you understand something about this place, the people, the way they are better just by playing. Art binds, unites, grants grace and hope and future. It is the life's blood of everything that keeps us human." His cheeks hue pink. "Sorry. I used to teach," he waves a hand and stifles a chuckle. Passion he has in droves.

*

Nancy takes off her boots so she can pull her feet up on the couch. She chuckles as Piotr describes how art affects him and the smile on her face says that she understands completely. "It's funny. Before I manifested, I was so angry, so full of hate. Music was the only thing that made me happy, that made me feel something other then anger at everything and everyone around me. I know some people play to share music with others. I'll admit to being a little selfish about it. I play because I like that feeling I get when I do. It's like a drug. It's this moment of pure and utter connection with something bigger. I don't know… I guess it's like how some people describe how they can feel God."

*

"Absolutely," Piotr agrees. "I understand that feeling in the very core of my being. The desire to be free — in the moments when I hold my brush, when I touch clay, there's this… wholeness that I can't feel any other way. Even in my armoured form I don't feel as safe as I do when I'm creating. There's nothing selfish about finding that moment and its peace." He shoots her a dimpled smile. "How long have you played?"

*

"Yeah, about that armor thing. Sorry. You know, for shutting it off like that. I didn't know you for Adam, so … " She shrugs her shoulders, not completely apologetic, but enough. "I started when I was 13. First year of high school. Never touched an instrument before that. Turns out I was a natural. Got into Juilliard my first try. I'm in my last year for my degree. And then it's back to school again to start working on my social worker thing. Now that I'm running the Nest, I want to be able to know what I'm doing."

*

The apology is met with a shrug of Piotr's shoulders. "It's fine. I sort of expect a lot of that in the days to come. Evidently my doppleganger has a reputation." As far as knowing what she's doing with the Nest, he nods lightly. "I'm sure you know better than you think you do," Piotr offers gently. "Instincts and intuition are more empowering than most give them credit. But school will never be a waste of time. No matter what anyone says, education is a public good. Not a private one."

*

"Yeah… your analog here is apparently not a nice guy. Glad to see that you're not like him. Or if you are, you hide it well, which is gonna really piss me off when I have to shoot you. So don't. Cause I hate shooting people. And it's all about me and my feelings." She winks playfully and then looks over at the paintings. "They're nice. Is that one Illy? How old is she in that one?"

*

A low chuckle causes Piotr's shoulders to tremble. "I'll remember that. I have no intention of hurting anyone if I can help it. I'd rather paint than punch." There's a lot of weight to that statement. "And, to be honest, I had to do a lot more of the latter lately." There's another flicker of a smile at the admiration of his work, "Not my best. Been out of practice. But yes, that's Yana. She's ten." His lips twist to the side. "And she's forever painted across the canvas of my mind."

*

Nancy gets up off the couch to go over to the painting of 10yr old Illyana, all adorable with pigtails. She picks it up and goes to hide it behind the couch. "We'll keep that one as your and my little secret for now. I'll whip it out when it has the best possible embarrassment impact potential."

*

The door clicks and unlocks and Jericho walks in. He's in his usual 'going out' clothing: jeans, long sleeved shirt, tan army boots. It's the way he usually dresses unless he has to blend somewhere. The man has a leather case slung behind his back and the way he's carrying himself, he's suffered a burn to his right arm. "Hey Piotr. Did someone stop by percha- aaaah. Hello Nancy."

The hacker shuts the door behind him and sets his case down near the kitchen. "Is everything okay here?" He imagines that Nan's arrival was probably a shock to both parties. The art that the large mutant is doing draws a quirked eyebrow. Interesting. He had mentioned that in their conversation the other day.

*

"Sounds good to me," Piotr grins, but the grin turns a little bashful as he strolls towards the other stack of dried watercolours. "Just… don't go through them all. It's memories mostly. Like a nearly warped version of a photo album." His cheeks hue pink and he turns his head away to buy himself a moment.

Jericho's entrance is met with an arch of Piotr's eyebrows. "Yes. Nancy and I were enjoying a glass of juice." By themselves. At the kitchen counter. "Cal(?)" he arches a wry eyebrow at Nancy, "stopped by as well to check in on everyone. We're fine," he states gently.

*

Nancy turns when she hears the door opening. "I should totally shoot you for not even telling me you were back, you goob! You have been back for multiple days and couldn't even give me a hello? I've been worried sick about you both!" She pauses then, her hands on her hips glaring at Jericho angrily for a moment. She then sighs, deflating as she just can't stay angry at her brother because she's too happy to see him alive. "So… you got your soul back?"

She looks to Piotr and smirks. "Oh, and I nearly shot your houseguest. I was gonna stun him and then let DePalo deal with the body. So, thanks for letting me know about him. Cause if not for Cal, Yana would have likely strung me up by my insides if I did that."

*

"He was kind of a surprise to us too." Jericho chuckles, eyes glimmering in mild amusement. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you. Illyana and Piotr here were out when we first got back and I was so worried about them - er, well, mostly her, nothing personal Piotr. Hadn't really met you then - that I kind of forgot. And after that I spent a fair amount of time recovering myself." Plus he got called in to rescue a clown loving teen the other night.

"So yes, I'm back." He gives the pseudo-goth a hug. "And it's good to see you again."

That hug lasts for a long while before he lets go and turns to Piotr. "So you've met Nancy, my adopted sister. Officially unoficial if you take my meaning. Cal… I'm not sure I've met a Cal. Seems you've mentioned him in the past though Nan. Everything okay there? Oh, and I'm still looking into that other thing, Piotr."

*

Piotr rubs his chin and cringes just a stitch and his jaw tightens at the notion of being a surprise. He thought he'd died, so waking up in Xavier's was its own shock. He presses his hands to his thighs and stands form his chair, finally stating, "I'll make tea." Because that's what everyone expects the large Russian man to do, right?

He slips into the kitchen and fills the kettle. He shrugs at whether or not Jericho has met Cal, "He was here. Wanted Yana to know he's back." He shrugs. "I'm not familiar with him. Not in my world either."

*

The hug shared between Jericho and Nancy is, well, touching. It's clear the pair are very fond of each other, it's also clear that the fondness is fraternal affection. She doesn't let go of him for a good long while and when she finally does pull away, the gothling is having to dab her eyes. It's those darned allergies, I tell ya! "So… soul? Belasco? You all survived, which is good. Did he? Details! You didn't take me with you and K'Nert is ignoring me right now, so I need details! And ya, Cal dropped by for Yana. He's the one that pointed out that Poitr was Poitr. I had a Starfire gun pointed at the poor guy's big, muscly chest at the time."

*

Jericho chuckles. "We all survived. Illyana got Piotr out. Belasco was using him to power defensive spells around his castle." He pauses and peers over at hte big man. "You should probably ask Illyana do examine you more closely. Being a magical battery can have side effects. I know first hand. Anyway, Logan cut his arm off but he and, er, and evil Kitty doppleganger got away. I'm sure we'll see more of him at some point, but we all got out and we're all alive. And I'm not dying or going insane, so there's that." He doesn't bother with the words Belasco used to sow doubt in Illyana. With luck he can help her handle that.

*

Piotr shrugs his shoulders at the notion of having a gun pointed at his chest. Apparently this is now water under the bridge and there are no hard feelings about it. Being a battery is, however, met with a frown and he merely shakes his head. "I feel fine." He glances over his shoulder and then muses, "I need to go get some more paint before the store closes." The kettle is slicked off and he shoots them an apologetic apology before slipping off to the door.

*

Nancy gives Jericho a punch in the arm then. "Next time, you are taking me with you. I don't care if I have to handcuff myself to one of you to do it, either. You're not worrying me like that ever again." She gives Jericho another hug. "Okay, I gotta go. It's Wednesday, which means it's music night at the Nest. I just came by to feed K'Nert some rocky road, but he never came when I called." She smiles over to Piotr and the smile she gets is her usual brand of mischief. "So taking you swimming someday," she says, being cryptic, but Jericho knows how much of a lecher she can be. "Nice ta have met ya, Piotr. Feel free to text me any time if you wanna talk or hang out."

Jericho Trent snerks.


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