"I'm only playing devil's advocate, Professor. You've always encouraged us to dream, I just wondered what would happen if one of us had a dream you didn't like?" 21+
"Hey, Quentin." Scott Summers' voice boomed behind Quentin. The X-Men leader appeared behind Quentin somehow. He is wearing civilian clothing today, which consists of his motorcycle attire. Complete with his ruby-quartz shades that make everything he sees like a ruby haze, or a sunset. He has his hands in his jacket pockets. If there were a question on how Scott appeared, Scott was given a technological device that allows him to move around from place to place by someone. "We've got a problem."
Kid Omega will do. Scott goes on watching Quentin for a response. While that is going on, more instructions for Scott goes by behind Scott's ruby shades like data on a computer screen. Scott recently had a nightmare this past morning where Scott's mental screams were louder than his actual scream. His mental screams would have been much louder if not for his powerful self-made mental shields. But that was then and this is now. He has another mission to get to, and who better than Kid Omega to accompany him. "I need your help, Quentin."
