The site of the recently restored Braddock Lighthouse. Aircraft hangars and other X-Men facilities, including a Cerebra unit and the Danger Room have been constructed around the foundations of the lighthouse.
Someone had left the Danger Room running something that was listed as a relaxation simulation. Inside the room, a massive vaulted hall was lined with massive amounts of treasure and magical light sparkled off of the piles of gold and gems and other assorted trinkets. On top of the largest mound of gold rested a craggy black dragon with glowing orange cracks along its hide. The dragon appeared to be asleep, but didn't they always?
The dragon opened one eye just a fraction, looking at the newcomer for a moment before lifting its head. "I will admit to that bit of inspiration," she said, yawning widely. Now that Brigid was actually in, she could see that there were a few charred suits of armor resting among the treasure.
"University student," she said, tilting her head. "I can ask Gemma if she'd let me shift back, but she likes to be in charge of the human side. Says I punch people when I'm in control of it."
"Sort of, not really,I don't understand it," she said, gesturing with one claw. The dragon's demeanor changed, becoming less... arrogant and more timid, "They say we're actually the same person. It's weird."
"Maybe something kind of subconscious, then. I've heard some of the power control teachers say that certain powers are easier to wrap your head around when it's not 'you' on some level."