Intervention

Hearing the four make their way down to the sub-levels of the mansion, any of the x-men down there who spotted the wendigo women immediately ‘eeped’ and got out of their way. Such was the case of Iceman and Angel when they had stepped out of the danger room and paused when they Spotted Emma marching her way down the hall with Storm, Rogue and Psylocke in tow heading their direction, red eyed angry and growling under her breath.

Choosing between being in a hallway with four angry wendigo and back into the danger room full of spinning blades and lasers, the two men didn’t hesitate to body dive back in to escape the four making their way towards the hanger.

“When I get my hands on that big dumb animal, I’m going to re-enact Graveyard Shift and grind him up in a yarn weaver!”

Leaning over to whisper to Storm, Psylocke shrugged. “Is that a Stephen King movie?”

“I dunno Betsy, I’m just in this to get back to normal.”

The heavy, metal door in front of them opened with a mechanical groan, the four entering the hanger bay to the automatic lights coming to life and illuminating the black bird in front of them. The vessel ready and prepped to fly with the walking hatch down to enter. And there standing at the lip of that hatch was Doctor McCoy with a device in hand waiting for the lady’s arrival. A device that looked like an oversized nerf gun spray painted grey.

“What in tarnation?”

“Miss Frost, my friends, I’m sorry to be the one to do this, but I’m afraid I can’t let you leave the building in your current state.” Declared Beast, steeling himself for the worst as he stood between them and their ability to leave the school. “I’m going to have to ask you all to return upstairs and wait until we can…”

“Oh, for fucks sake you insufferable little blue gorilla, get out of my way before you regret it!” Roared Emma, just as Hank raised his gun up and a strange hum filled the air when he flicked a switch at its side to activate it.

“Now, now. None of that Miss Frost. I’ve prepared for this event, and I do not want to have to resort to THIS to keep you all from doing something you are all going to regret.”

With a swivel of her hip and resting a hand at her side, the White Queen scoffed as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Are you kidding me? Regret WHAT?! All we are going to do is find the wendigo that bit me and get all of this resolved… Not sure how, likely scramble his brains and electrocute his balls.”

“That DOES sound tempting…” Nodded Ororo.

"I'm not letting you off the premises!” Declared Hank. “You are hardly an example of self control right now.”

The others of Emma’s entourage grumbled and murmured in agreement as they all nervously looked away. Rogue scratched at the back of her head looking away while Betsy made a face of agreement, still remembering the events that got her turned today. Looking over her shoulder to the other’s reactions, Emma pouted her fanged lip in a frown.

“Please… What happened to them was a total freak accident, I would never harm anyone.”

“Oh really? What if you head out there, lose control and eat a random baby?"

Chuckling at the accusation, Emma looked to the others who were just as offended but not the least bit skeptical. "I'm NOT going to eat a baby!" Answered Emma, rolling her eyes at that.

"You looked away when you said that; that implies you MIGHT eat the baby."

"I don’t have to take this McCoy! I'm NOT going to lose control of myself and eat a baby!" Emma put her foot down, looking away to her left while doing so.

Hank pointed back at the gesture. "You did it again, please maintain eye contact when you want to convince me you are not going to gobble up a baby out of its crib like some giant albino dingo."

"Fuck you! I'm not going to debate impulse control with a real-life cookie monster! Now get the hell out of our way Hank!"

Raising his weapon, the device hummed more ominously, making the four wendigo women hesitate as the barrel began to glow a hot red. “Nuh uh uh uh UH! I didn’t want it to come to this but if you push me, I will use this device. THIS is a neuro dampener. I hope you don’t make an embarrassing pose when I fire, because one shot from this and your entire nervous system freezes, and you end up a living statue for over 12 hours.”

“Oh bloody…” Bringing a hand to her temple, Emma narrowed her eyes. “You feel like dancing.”

Dropping the gun to the ground and taking on a dopey smile, Hank McCoy began performing a jig, dancing on the spot and slowly making his way down the walkway where the ladies moved out of the way to let him continue and dance in place.

“Right then, Let’s go.” Heading up the ramp to the controls of the blackbird, Betsy sat at the pilot’s seat and revved up the engine to start the vessel. Looking out from the cockpit as the others strapped in, they still found Beast dancing up a storm outside.

“How long are you going to have him do that Sugah?”

“Just long enough that he won’t stop us when we get out of here. Trust me, he’ll stop once I’m out of range.”

Taking flight as the roof opened for the Black Bird to make its exit from the hanger bay, the smooth hulled jet turned in the air and shot out into the mid-day to fly North. All the while Hank was still dancing in the empty hanger bay… Long into the hour.