[ everything happened too fast — one second he was going after jean, and the next he was hurtling through debris, pain shooting down his spine and then then everything turned black. it's almost funny, in a way: he'd never been able to slow down in life, so it should come as no surprise that his death would be quick.

this part, was at the very least, unplanned. he spends the first few moments doing a lap around the area, snooping around the invincible, the bonfire, and everything else in between. beacon is a far cry from xavier's mansion, and if he felt out of place there, he definitely does here: standing out with his silver hair and shoes amidst the dark. but he's not the only strange thing here. ]

Hey, you got something — [ he says, despite what you were saying before or maybe you weren't saying anything at all. he points at something just above your head and maybe you try to reach up and figure out what it is, but he shakes his head. ] Uh, a little more to the right... nope, too much... here, just let me —

[ he takes a step closer, reaching over to grab the hand sitting on your head, but his fingers go through it. ]

... Huh. Weird.

Wanna trade?

[ turn around and there's peter wearing a mask that's likely unrecognizable to most but, the irony that is his life continues even in death. anyway, it clashes horribly with his hair, and it was funny pretending to be logan at first, but he can do without the urge to sniff at everything and wanting to smoke every five minutes. or something. he doesn't know, it just feels weird. ]

[ hit me with anything! feel free to catch a glimpse of peter doing his speedy thing or just randomly popping up out of nowhere like some kind of vampire. maybe you noticed a random breeze while you were hanging out in your room, or that glass of whiskey you were gonna spill? it's now secure in your hand. funny, that. ]