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Male from NYC. Random cosplay account. Mostly Superheroes, Video Game Characters. Canonically a shapeshifter. (Unless Role-playing as a Jedi or Batman)*The wrist communicator on Knightmare Batman is to ensure multiversal shenanigans. Let's just say he was hunting Darkseid.
Note: I have EXTREME social anxiety. Please do not get mad if I don't respond right away. Thanks for understanding
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Jean's footing shifted as her body tensed; whether he realized it or not. Batman had dropped his shielding once more and she could hear Batman's thoughts clearly! He was worried but his stubbornness, was making him push himself through all that was bothering him. He was struggling with the weight of responsibility placed upon his shoulders. A huge weight. One that if he did not complete his mission in locating the people that he needs for this upcoming battle all could be lost. A loss that he did not want to face; a loss that he did not want to see happen. She could see and hear all of this. When his features shifted she could tell that open window had closed once more as he released his final statements, "I guess I'll have to find them on my own."
With his guard up once more, she knew that now would not be the best time of what little she learned. Sighing mainly at herself as she lightly brushed off the accusations she had heard briefly in Batman's mind, before he became more guarded than before. Lifting her emerald green eyes up so that they were speaking eye to eye, truthfully. "Psychic? I am a telepath." She replied politely and in a professional mannerism. "There's a bit more to my abilities than a mere psychic, sir." Jean was not being short with him, just providing him some clarification on some of her abilities. Nodding her head towards Batman when he said, "I'm not too familiar with this world... I've only traveled here to speak to Wade and Logan. Do you know where they are, Mrs. Summers?"
"Your guess, is as good as mine. And no, I am not playing mind games. Wade and Logan don't always travel together unless there is a mission, that they have contacted one another and squaded up. Otherwise? Those gentlemen walk different paths." She appeared to say something else, but decided the information was moot at this point. It was none of her business as to what Wolverine or Deadpool did. They were no longer at the mansion, nor had either of them been seen in quite some time. She was not their keeper. Nor was it her job either. "I apologize, that I cannot help you sir., I .. would not even know where to begin.. let alone know what direction to point you in so that you could find them. She was not lying to the man, she was being serious. Feeling as though she left Batman hanging. Chewing lightly against her lower lip in thought, while tucking a few loose strands of red hair behind her ear before she cast a glance back towards him politely. "And sir..? People around here call me Jean Grey." Not Mrs. Summers. Feeling the pull to help him but with that unusual stare she was receiving from him, she gathered that he did not want company. Or maybe it was misperception? Due to Batman's body language. " I wish you all the luck in the world, that you are able to locate them in a timely manner."