+ rxgeandserenity. v: undimmed by time unbound by death. Memories plagued her mind of all the perspectives from her given reality. Her cold, heartlessly delivered words spoken so vibrantly towards an older, aged professor. As a teenager, this would not have plagued her so much, but her life had never been quite normal, every phrase she uttered held a certain meaning, if not in her own memory, than the memory provided for someone else. She had somehow harbored the capability of traveling from one lifetime into the next, defying demensions and some infinite portions of science, in which she wasn't exactly certain how -- just that she could; a privledged notion and quite empowering, she was fully aware. Rachel was never one to take her capabilities lightly. She knew that they came with a great sense of responsibility, and because of that, she knew what she had to do, she just wondered how much further down the line the professor would remember this encounter. Or if he ever would. Fingertips delicately traced the familiar smooth stairwell banister as she set foot into his mansion like she owned the place. The last time she had visited him in this form, her adulthood, he had asked to be alone, clear resentment over what she had told him out of partial anger, and well, resentment on her own part (about her childhood and all the things she had missed because of what she perceived as a controlling nature) -- but things she honestly had no right to divulge...now knowing what she did about him, about Raven, how he had saved so many, fought for so much. When he made his appearance, a sigh of partial relief filtered from her lungs as she turned to greet him with a soft smile. "Professor." She whispered, uncertain how he would take her presence.
