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Who: Brigid
When: Day 121
Where: The Tunnels
What: Catch-all log for Brigid

OOC: Brigid will be around the pack for most of the time. However, she has plans with Raphael, the pack, and a few others. Tag in, with a general time that you want her, and I will hit everyone back.

Note: She entered the tunnels with the following things:

- Her bag
- Her makeshift cane
- The book that she came back to the cape with
- Pens/pencils/paper
- Flashlight

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Mystique had scrambled into the tunnels after the strange warning transmissions. Any possibility of either escape or coming face to face with their captors was too enticing to be scared, or even hesitate to dive head first into the darkness of the tunnels.

What she hadn't anticipated was that entering the tunnels would mean her powers would dissipate... and her powers meant her 'clothing' was also gone.

It was the light from a flashlight that caught her attention. At first, she mistook the light for some kind of end to the tunnels, but, unfortunately for Brigid, it wasn't.

Mystique stepped out of the darkness naked, small knife in hand, and rather cut up and bloodied from walking barefoot and feeling her way through the tunnels and rock.

Brigid's leg hurts and somehow she's lost the guys, again. Frustrating. Her cane scrapes against the stone. Her flashlight crosses someone ahead and she yelps. Her light lowers, not wanting to blind anyone.

Her eyes widen, seeing the woman. Naked. "Oh!" Her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Swallowing, she steps forward. "Are you alright?" Her hand digs through her bag and realizes that she doesn't have anything. Grimacing, she leans her cane against the wall and settles her bag next to it. Da's bomber jacket settles on the bag and she pulls off the hoodie she'd been wearing beneath it. Quickly, she slips her jacket back on and offers her hoodie. "Are you cold?"

She'd stepped out of the dark, knife in hand and teeth bared, ready to do whatever she had to to get what she needed. To her extreme shock the girl immediately asked her if she was alright and offered her help. It was unsettling enough to make her turn the knife to a less threatening position.

However, when Brigid started digging around in her bag, assumingly to try and find a weapon, it caught Mystique's attention and she once again brandished her knife. "Don't you dare try anything funny," She nearly continued with the threat, but was instantly glad she hadn't when the girl offers her a hoodie.

She blinked at her, trying to figure out what her angle was, but couldn't come up with anything that made this make sense to her.

"What are you doing?" She stated more than asked, tone demanding and wary. "I don't even know you. Why would you give me that?"

Of course, she was cold, but this smelled too much like a trap.

Brigid's eyebrows pulled down. She held out the hoodie, her expression open and honest. "You're cold. I still have the bomber jacket. Wearing the hoodie has to be better than being naked, doesn't it?"

Brigid had no other agenda. She just wanted to help.

Leaning on her cane, she held out the hoodie for another moment. "If you don't want it, that's fine, but everyone is without powers, so I thought you'd be cold."

She inched closer cautiously and reached out to take the hoodie, her eyes on Brigid as she did. She pulled it on and tucked her knife inside the pocket. Honestly, being just this little bit warmer was already making her feel less miserable and more at ease.

It was also comforting to know that everyone's powers were down, it put them all on a more even playing field and by this time Mystique was starting to think about things along the lines of the Donner Party.

"Thank you," She stated, still not understanding why the girl would do this for her.

"You're welcome." Brigid answers, settling the bag over the bomber jacket again. She takes her cane. "Were you looking for someone in particular?" She asks.

She doesn't have another light to offer, but she would if she had to. "I was looking for Stiles, if you've seen him?"

"Yea. The people who've been keeping us here. I was hoping to get a shot at them... obviously that's not exactly going as planned," She said dryly.

Mystique would have declined the flashlight anyway. She'd be tempted to use it and that's how she was targeting people. It was foolish not to think that others may be doing the same.

"Don't know him, but you're the first person I've run into since coming into the tunnels," She offered, "Good luck, hopefully I'll see you on the other side."

"Everyone is looking for them. I thought perhaps you came in with a group?" Everyone else had seemed to gather together and stick to their houses at least. She is supposed to be with the wolves but she's lost them somewhere.

Brigid nods. "Good luck to you as well. If you need help on the other side, feel free to ask."

Raven tilted her head to the side, listening, and then shook her head no.

"I work best alone, doll. And I track faster alone," It was rash and stupid, and she'd realized her mistake almost immediately, but it couldn't be helped now.

"I'm curious to see if there will even be another side... and if so, what? Hoping it's back home might be a little naive, but..." She trailed off and sighed, tucking her hands into the borrowed hoodie and starting off again into the tunnels.

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