After a blinding moment the light began to fade. "Is everyone okay?" Kitty asked once it had gone down enough to peek through her fingers.
"I don't believe anyone's been hurt." Beast replied. "Though perhaps momentarily blinded." He blinked a few times to remove the spots from his vision before returning his attention to where the anomaly.
"Oh my." In the center of the slowly dimming light a shape began to take form into what appeared to be human. A girl, who appeared to be the source of the now fading energy. For a moment she continued to emit the soft, pale yellow glow, before that too began to fade and her color began to dim until nothing remained, leaving her a dark and grey.
The yard was silent as everyone took in what had just happened. Beast was the first to move. He knelt down beside the form and cautiously reached out. Her shoulder felt solid enough in his paw like hand, though a little cold, and nothing seemed to happen. Encouraged her rolled her over, pulling her out of the tight ball she was in.
"Is she dead?" Idie asked, trying to see around Hank's bulk but as the girl had materialized utterly naked the scientist was doing his best to use his size to preserve her modesty. He is may be a doctor but there's no reason she should be exposed to a bunch of highschool students.
"I certainly hope not." He seem to locate a pulse and the girl was freezing but moments ago she had been little more then a warm light so he didn't want to make any rash assumptions.
"I can't hear anything." Rachel reported. Quentin stayed quiet though he looked like he may be concentrating. Listening, maybe?
"She's beautiful." Beast jumped slightly at Angels comment and slightly absent tone. He'd been so absorbed in their new arrival he hadn't noticed the winged mans approach.
Angel reached out to touch her before Beast could intercept. Angel's fingertips brushed her cheek and a thick bright spark shot between them. He let out a yelp and pulled back his hand. Angel stared down at her eyes wide and confused. Beast eyed Angel for a moment in the hopes of figuring out had happened. Aside from the look of bewilderment on his face the younger mutant appeared unharmed and, he couldn't be sure, but it looked like the girl had regained a modicum of color.
"Alright." Hank said, officially deciding to put an end to the spectacle. "There's nothing to see here, everyone back to class." He scooped the girl up and turned to Kitty.
"Are you sure we're not under attack?" The headmistress asked, giving the girl a concerned look.
Hank smiled at her concern. "It seems unlikely."
"Professor McCoy?" A small voice voice said from somewhere around their feet.
"Yes Broo?" Beast looked down at the small alien.
"What is going to happen to her?"
"I'm going to take her to the lab and see if we can't find out how she got here."
"Can I be of any assistance?"
"After class."
That answer seemed to lighten Broo's spirit and Hank gave his head a gentle pat before pushing through the crowd back towards the school.
"Looks like we don't get to watch the disection." Quentin said, watching the large blue mutants receding form. "What a waste."
The crowd had already started thinning. Many of the students heading off back to class, some even trying to sneak off before they were missed. Quentin considered making his escape but then locked eyes with Rachel Grey who appeared to be daring him to try and decided to wait for a more worthwhile distraction. Besides if this did turn out be some kind of attack he wanted to be around to revel in the chaos and destruction. As long a he wasn't caught in the cross fire.
He quirked a brow when he heard Broo shuffling around behind him. "What are you sniffing around back there, sleazoid?"
Unfazed by the insult Broo stood up and adjusted his glasses. He held up the prize he'd dug up so that the telepath could see, as if he cared to. In his claws the tiny alien clutched a pair of dark green mittens with the faded imprint of a light blue snowflake on the backs. "I think they belong to her." He said, dusting off the dirt. "I'll give them to her when she wakes up."
"Don't bother. Professor McCoy is probably carving her up as we speak. Bet she's the subject for our next class." Again no one responded or even gave him a second thought. Most of the students were used to him and knew better then to engage, not that it's ever stopped him.
Get to class, Mr Quire. Quentin rolled his eyes at the sound of Professor Grey's voice in his head but joined the crowd of straggling students heading back into the main building.