[h1][b][color=orange][i][color=orange][center]Michelle "Shelly" Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/color][/b][/h1]
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[color=orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Sitting Room -> Operating Theatre
[color=orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]:
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Shelly, consumed with the condition of her diaries, had barely noticed everyone march down to the infirmary, she wandered down behind them at her own pace, the Book of Sin clutched to her chest. She really didn't think she needed all that much seeing to, maybe a couple of stitches in her scalp and a drip, not much could be done about broken rib but it was best to check with a professional, the "right" kind of Mutant might be able to make her fighting fit again in an instant.

Locked and isolated inside the elevator Shelly's thoughts turned to the Puppeteer's motivations, surely a more covert approach would have been more effective considering he was only controlling a minority of students. Considering all the fancy tech that was here, why not use that to your advantage? Shelly wondered if she was overestimating the talents of the puppeteer. Maybe it was that simple though, to sow dischordance and doubt among those here. Shelly forgave Ayita, it was perfectly reasonable to not blame her for hurting her as she wasn't in control, but did she forgive her in her heart? Could she look at Ayita and not feel the pain she appeared to inflict on her? And Shelly got the shitless end of the stick relatively speaking, she was still walking around. Imagine having to put your life on the line along side that guy that knocked you the fuck out? Emotionally scarring.

Perhaps he didn't account for the presence of Psychics that could discern between people acting of their own accord and those that weren't. But at Xavier's Mansion? Surely he wasn't that stupid. The suspicious gears in her mind churned, somethin was fucky but she couldn't put her finger on it. 

The Elevator doors slid open as did the Medical bay's revealing that everyone was pretty much in high spirits, everyone seemed pretty down to kick ass, just as soon as they got themselves out of the supine position. She ploped herself on a bed, legs dangling of the side, placing her precious remaining book on the pillow. She was happy to wait as long as needed to be seen, she could be upright if she wanted and was hardly a priority.

Shelly opened her mouth to voice her concerns,

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Maybe not right now.