In the World Outside Time. Jubal and Wreck

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The great hall of the castle stands empty, its far corners and the uppermost reaches of its carved and fabulously vaulted ceiling forgotten in shadows. All is silent but for the soft scrape of a footstool's feet as it walks toward a side door.

Then there's a swish and a flash of light, and two men appear. Both are tall. One, a slender Asian with bright blue eyes, immediately takes to the air and hovers a few feet over the head of his companion, who is more muscularly built. The man on the ground's face is partially sheilded by a brown beard, but even so his expression is clear.

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[mancalledjubes]

Jubal looked at the ancient Wolverine and saw that he was human enough for reasonable conversation.

"We're here for Jubilee and her baby," he said, dropping to the floor and letting his shine fade.

The old man frowned at him. "Then ye've come ta the wrong place. Tis no one here but myself an' the Mist Maid."

"She's here," countered Jubal calmly. "The Guardian sent us here to get her."

Those feirce eyes gazed at him for a moment, then a bellow made the far off rafters ring.

"ANMUT!"

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Wreck looked on with interest. The man had to be the oldest human he'd ever seen. And he knew that face, even with the ravages of time. His ears rang with the doppler sound of the name that had been called. 'Yeah. Definitely Logan.'