Hello, friend internet user!

My name is Broo of the Brood, and I am here to learn about the many wonderful things that Earth have to offer. I am so happy to have so many great friends and a place to call home!

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

*God this conversation is a tough one.*

Then? You did all you could do.

Now? You can be there. For support.  And let other people be there for you.  For support.

*she lets a deep breath pass and her shoulders slump and something that’s been sinking in her chest seems to hit bottom.  Her voice sounds the slightest bit strained.*

Do you need a hug?

If that is appropriate, I would like that very much, Professor.  

*stands from her chair and opens her arms.*  Come here.  *kneels.  Motions him over.*

*climbs off the chair*

*comes over to Kitty and puts his paws around her, resting his head on her shoulder*

*hugs him.*

I am so sorry that you are going through this.  None of this is fair and if I could, I’d just…make the entire situation go away.  It bothers me and hurts that I can’t do that.

But you are an amazing kid.  And you are an amazing student.  And someone brave enough to admit that they’re afraid is someone admirable in my book.  It takes a lot of guts.  *pulls back, hands on his shoulders.*  You are doing just fine, Broo.  *nods and gives him a pat.  Stands.*

*straightens his bow tie*  Thank you, Professor.  I’m glad that I came to talk to you, despite my reservations, and I feel considerably more cheered up now.

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meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

*God this conversation is a tough one.*

Then? You did all you could do.

Now? You can be there. For support.  And let other people be there for you.  For support.

*she lets a deep breath pass and her shoulders slump and something that’s been sinking in her chest seems to hit bottom.  Her voice sounds the slightest bit strained.*

Do you need a hug?

If that is appropriate, I would like that very much, Professor.  

*stands from her chair and opens her arms.*  Come here.  *kneels.  Motions him over.*

*climbs off the chair*

*comes over to Kitty and puts his paws around her, resting his head on her shoulder*

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

*God this conversation is a tough one.*

Then? You did all you could do.

Now? You can be there. For support.  And let other people be there for you.  For support.

*she lets a deep breath pass and her shoulders slump and something that’s been sinking in her chest seems to hit bottom.  Her voice sounds the slightest bit strained.*

Do you need a hug?

If that is appropriate, I would like that very much, Professor.  

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

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I’m sorry it can’t be better.

*I’m sorry can’t be better.*

There are a few.  It’s usually a combination.  It sounds like ‘Afraid’ and ‘Helpless’.

That sounds like a correct assessment of my feelings, yes.

*wrings paws* We’re not supposed to be afraid. This is Jean Grey School of Higher Learning - we are taught by people who saved the world time and time again. We have ourselves done so many things that are amazing, we have been through so much. And Idie, you know, she’s not even afraid for her own life. *turns his palms up*

*she nearly laughs, but it’s a sad one.* Broo, no.

I-…I’m afraid constantly.  I am afraid a lot of the time.  There is nothing wrong with that.

Everyone here… We’re all scared sometimes.  Especially when it’s over people we care about.  It just…pushes us in different ways.  Sometimes it makes us jump right in the path of danger.  Sometimes it holds us back, sets up walls that there’s no way of getting through.  And it’s not a choice by that point - sometimes we spring, sometimes we’re paralyzed.  There isn’t really any time for decision-making then.

And you were given a rough one to make.  You care about her, evidently a lot, but at the same time you knew she wouldn’t want you pulling her away or… *searches for the right word.  Puts out her hands.*  interfering.  What could you do.

I was hoping…I was hoping you’d know what I could do, Professor.  *looks at Kitty with desperate hope*

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

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I’m sorry it can’t be better.

*I’m sorry can’t be better.*

There are a few.  It’s usually a combination.  It sounds like ‘Afraid’ and ‘Helpless’.

That sounds like a correct assessment of my feelings, yes.

*wrings paws* We’re not supposed to be afraid. This is Jean Grey School of Higher Learning - we are taught by people who saved the world time and time again. We have ourselves done so many things that are amazing, we have been through so much. And Idie, you know, she’s not even afraid for her own life. *turns his palms up*

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

*she takes in a deep breath, returning to her seat.  A long closing of her eyes before she opens them again.*

I understand.

The Phoenix uses Quentin as a host, it’s going to avoid causing damage to him.  He’d be okay, physically.  Worrying more about Idie doesn’t make you a terrible friend.  It makes you a logical person.  She is capable, she is strong.  And brave and fearless.  And she’s got a huge heart.  Which can be a dangerous thing to have sometimes, especially in situations like this. Especially when we’re dealing with something that….something of this magnitude.  It’s like having a loved one be sick with this torturous but contagious thing.  You’d stay in quarantine with them, right by their side, even if you knew there was a chance you’d get sick and hurt too.  To worry about her makes sense.  But no, you can’t stop her.

*stays silent for a moment, pursing her lips.*

This situation that you’re in, that he’s in, that she’s in.  It sucks.  And you’re too young to be going through it, all of you are too young and none of this is fair.

I wish I had a more immediate way to reassure you that things are going to be okay, I wish I could promise that they’re even gonna be okay in the first place.  I can’t promise that.  I’m sorry.

But I can promise you that we - that’s me and everyone here - are going to work our hardest and do our best to make sure that all of you come out of this in the best way possible.  We’re going to do whatever we have to do to get you there, okay? 

*looks up*  Professor.  That’s not the most comforting thing I’ve heard.

*sighs*  She came right up to him and slapped him across the face, and I just watched it all happen.  I’m not even sure that there are words in the human language for how I felt.

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

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No, that’s understandable, you wouldn’t be able to.  That is a very difficult situation.

I promise you we’re working hard to make sure nothing does happen to him.

I know, Professor.  *nods gravely*  Of course you are, no one would expect any less of you.  But what am I to do under the circumstances.  *spreads his arms*  Am I really doing all I can?  Am I the friend that I should be to my fellows?

*drops his paws in his lap again, and looks down, silent*

*almost inaudibly*  And what about Idie?

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Broo.  *reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder, but she can’t reach.  She stands and does it that way, even though the gesture becomes a bit awkward by it.  Awkwardness be damned right now.*

You are being an amazing friend.  Okay? Don’t you doubt that.  What more could you possibly be doing?

*she’s silent for a second and then shakes her head, removing her hand from his shoulder and placing her hand on her desk so both arms are bracing her there.*

I’m going to yell at that pink-haired idiot for saying the things he does about you, I swear.  You are doing everything you can.  

I don’t-… What do you even mean about Idie? 

*shifts, wrings paws*

*hangs head and puts it in his hands*

I’m sorry, Professor, your support and appreciation means the world to me, please don’t take this as a complaint, and I don’t mean to contradict your words, but I am in fact a terrible friend. *looks up at Kitty with infinite sadness* Professor, even the Brood know about the Phoenix and the *eyes flash* infinite dangers associated with that cosmic entity. You are saying that you are doing everything you can to protect Quentin, and I believe you, Professor, I do. And yet…*hangs head again* I deserve everything that Quentin says about me. I’m concerned about Idie’s safety.

*startles himself upon saying it out loud, raises his hands* Of course, I know Idie is the most capable, brave person I have ever met, she is capable, and she can take care of herself, and no, I’m not saying that Quentin would do anything to hurt her, this isn’t what I’m implying at all, Professor, I would never…*trails off, adjusts his glasses, collects himself* However, I’m not so sure about the cosmic entity that chose to make my friend’s mind its home. It has no mercy, it has no consideration for these lives that are dear to me. And Idie…she’s so brave, she’s fearless, she’s going to stay right by his side. And I can’t ask her not to; that would be wrong, and that would make me a bad friend. But who is going to watch out for her?

*looks utterly miserable having said what he said*

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meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

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No, that’s understandable, you wouldn’t be able to.  That is a very difficult situation.

I promise you we’re working hard to make sure nothing does happen to him.

I know, Professor.  *nods gravely*  Of course you are, no one would expect any less of you.  But what am I to do under the circumstances.  *spreads his arms*  Am I really doing all I can?  Am I the friend that I should be to my fellows?

*drops his paws in his lap again, and looks down, silent*

*almost inaudibly*  And what about Idie?

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

broodlingbroo:

prydeofkitties:

*smiles, quite flattered, and takes her own seat.*

Thank you, Broo, that’s very sweet of you to say.  *She pales for a second when he says that he and Idie study all night sometimes.  But this is Broo, he’s not doing any double entendre stuff or trying to get away with anything - he means what he says.  Her original smile returns but it’s tinged with guilt now.*

This school is filled with some very, very special people and that is not a statement that applies solely to the faculty.

Now, *folds her own hands on her desk.*  what’s been weighing on you?

*shifts in the seat*  Professor Pryde…

What’s going to happen to Quentin?

I know it’s none of my business; however, we are friends. I’m not sure if this is how friendship is supposed to work, but I feel some measure of responsibility;  I think all of us do.  He feels better now, but I think he’s acting like he’s feeling better to cover up the fact that he thinks everyone hates him.  No one really does, of course.

*she’s struck by the question.*

Nothing…Nothing is going to happen to him, Broo.  *shakes her head.*  I don’t… What do you mean?

*she takes a second to think through what Broo’s said.*  I think that you’re coming to talk to me about this is incredibly noble and admirable.  Quentin is lucky to have a friend like you looking out for him.  

He hasn’t come to me with any sort of…issues.  So I’ve been standing back.  Do you think that he could benefit from a talking-to? I could try my best.

Oh, oh, um, no.  *looks down, steeples his claws*  No, Professor, I think you have mistaken my intention.  If Quentin has not come to talk to you, then I’m not sure it is my place to ask you to do so.  *looks up, eyes glowing behind glasses*  It is I who needs to have a “talking-to.”

You see, Professor, I have never had friends before.  I just have my fellow students, and out of them, it is Quentin and Idie who are dearest to me, and something bad happened to both of them very recently, and I’m just…not sure what to do.  I can’t exactly talk to one of them about the other, especially not in this delicate matter.

+ source: broodlingbroo

meanwhile, in kittyland

prydeofkitties:

*smiles, quite flattered, and takes her own seat.*

Thank you, Broo, that’s very sweet of you to say.  *She pales for a second when he says that he and Idie study all night sometimes.  But this is Broo, he’s not doing any double entendre stuff or trying to get away with anything - he means what he says.  Her original smile returns but it’s tinged with guilt now.*

This school is filled with some very, very special people and that is not a statement that applies solely to the faculty.

Now, *folds her own hands on her desk.*  what’s been weighing on you?

*shifts in the seat*  Professor Pryde…

What’s going to happen to Quentin?

I know it’s none of my business; however, we are friends. I’m not sure if this is how friendship is supposed to work, but I feel some measure of responsibility;  I think all of us do.  He feels better now, but I think he’s acting like he’s feeling better to cover up the fact that he thinks everyone hates him.  No one really does, of course.

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