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Post by Steven Vandergraf on May 20, 2013 22:15:28 GMT -5
Steve was definitely having a rough time. It was bad enough that he almost went to jail, and lost both his best friend an girlfriend in one horrifying incident; but now he was going to a boarding school for people like him. He didn't even want to say the word because it seemed derogatory. But, as he set his bags down on his bed, he had to resign himself to the fact that he was exactly that: a mutant.
Steve never really took a side in the whole mutant rights arguments that always happened. It was none of his business, and he really didn't want to get into those arguments. Putting his shorts in the third drawer, he thought about how he really didn't have a choice in being involved anymore. Which brought an interesting thought to his head; 'Why am I putting away my stuff by hand?'
With that, he let the shorts he was holding fall from his hands. Before they hit the ground, however, a yellow glow surrounding it as it stopped in place, then slowly rose to the level of the open drawer before putting itself in. Steve's eyes had become the same yellow as he began mentally lifting the remainder of his clothes and cramming them into the open drawer. Closing the drawer with his hands, Steve consented that maybe this wouldn't be all that bad.
He was going to have to get used to the weirdness of the school, however. For one, part of the school was floating above the rest of the facility. Then there was the unusual looking students running around. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it's just that going from boring everyday classes and a boring normal household to superhuman teenagers in a school that had more dangers that a war history museum was kind of leaving Steve with a bit of culture shock.
As he stepped out of his room and into the hallways, only one thought was currently occupying his brain: 'Did the ground try to eat me when I first showed up?'
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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 21, 2013 18:06:11 GMT -5
Remy hummed the tune of "C'est Fun" as he strolled down the dormitories hallway. Seeing how several new students were moving into the Institute today, he was slightly interested in seeing what these kids could do. After a rather lengthy discussion with Logan about actually acting like a faculty member and not a "dirty, good for nothing thief", Remy had decided to postpone his usual nights of heading down to the bar for a drink or two and actually see what he would be dealing with in terms of these new students.
As he passed each room, giving a quick second to look in, he pondered about what he would do after this quick check. He could always go into the Danger Room and get some practice in. Not like he needed it, but one could never be so sure. Or he could simply head out of town for a few days to look for a new museum to rob. The possibilities seemed to be never-ending.
He was about to turn the corner when a strange sound filtered through the air. It reminded Remy of the sound that Jean used to make when her telekinetic powers activated. Remy instantly back pedaled to the room he just passed and peered in. There, before his black and red eyes, stood a boy no older then 17, putting his clothing away without even moving his hands. "Ah another psychic, eh?" Gambit thought as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. As the boy finished putting his clothes away, Gambit let out a small, slow clap. An impressed grin crossed his face as he stared the younger mutant down.
"Good show mon ami," The Cajun smiled as he resumed his crossed armed position. "My name is Remy LeBeau. You however, can call me 'Gambit' or 'Professor LeBeau'." He said as he held out his hand towards the younger mutant. "An' wat might your name be mon ami?"
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Post by jamesjacobs123 on May 21, 2013 18:31:28 GMT -5
James was officially weirded out. After arriving at this school, he had been lost since he first stepped into its halls. After having a relatively boring life before all this happened, the teenager felt overwhelmed. The manifestation of his abilities had resulted in one misfortune after another. The school was good, though. Any respite from his parents was good for him. After their lofty expectations and harsh treatment, James was ready for a change. He was strolling in a corridor, a thousand thoughts swirling through his mind. HE then spotted a man clapping in front of a doorway.
Intrigued, James peeked through the doorway to see a boy telekinetically lifting his clothes. Whoa.... James whistled appreciatively. The guy's powers were pretty sweet. He had seen them all when he arrived. A girl who could lift slabs of marble with minimal effort. A boy who was able to hear an ant scuttling across the ground from a mile away. But this was pretty sick. James then spoke to the older guy.
"Hey. I'm James Jacobs, and I'm new. I just arrived this morning. Do you know where I can get a class schedule, or whatever you guys use to keep track of classes?" he inquired.
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Post by Basil Siess on May 21, 2013 22:01:18 GMT -5
Basil sat near the edge of the window, his eyes looking out towards the school grounds then blinks when he thought he saw the actual ground move. He looks away to rub his eyes and peeks back to see it still once again. He was starting to think he was losing it since coming here. He just gives a little sigh as he has to get use to the bit of oddness now since well... he is a bit odd now as well. He just felt his tails flicker lightly next to him as he has been trying to hide it and it wouldn’t vanish.
He had been here for only a couple of hours and he already feels homesick. He missed his family and friends, well what friends he had, but he was wondering if he still had any friends. He moved to stand away from the window and was thinking about going for a nap when he heard some sounds coming from the hallway. He opened the door slightly and looked in when he spotted one of the teachers introducing himself to the student that lived almost across from his own room. He looked into the room as it was slightly ajar, but noticed another student walking by and introducing himself as well.
He figured he should get to know some people since he was stuck here for the moment. He didn’t seem harm to introducing himself to one of the teacher’s either as he opened the door a bit more and stepped partially out of his room. He still kept himself mostly in his room, as he didn’t want anyone to see the tail as he spoke “Hello there. I just heard some voices outside and got a little curious.” He told them. He was trying to figure the other two dorm people are. He didn’t see the physic display of power, but was curious what brought them here or how long they been students. He didn’t know they were just arrivals like he is as well.
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Post by Steven Vandergraf on May 22, 2013 0:02:46 GMT -5
Steve was just minding his own business with getting himself sorted. Sure, his own business involved floating clothes and suitcases, but still. When some random guy just pops his head in and introduces himself in a voice that probably comes with a side of gumbo, announcing he's a professor no less, he could be forgiven for tossing his suitcase out the window in a dumb moment of panic. Normally that wouldn't be so bad, but the window was closed at this time.
Steve froze as he heard the shatter and was about to being begging for every ounce of forgiveness he could from the professor when a second person arrived. This one definitely looked like another student, and when he announced his name as James, Steve reflexively gave an, "Uhh, hey" before turning his attention back to the adult in the group.
He was about to back to apologizing about the window when another apparent student joined this impromptu party. Yes, this was a school for people with abilities or traits of the variety that would get them hunted down by certain groups; but when you just did something you consider dumb and embarrassing and three people you've never met were watching you (not to mention being partially the cause), he just kind of.... freaked out (Steven obviously does not handle being uncomfortable very well).
His eyes turned the mustard color when his telekinesis activates, as did the door to his room. With all the force he could muster, he willed it to slam closed as he turned and leapt for the curtains to the broken window, intent on closing them as though he could hide the evidence or something.
In his mind Steve had officially made the worst first impression in the history of first impressions. He wouldn't admit it, but he was higher strung than he normally was because of the fact that he only just dodged jail and he's now part of a community that people would rather burn alive than share a pizza with.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 28, 2013 17:04:39 GMT -5
Before the first student had the opportunity to reply to Remy's question, another student immediately joined the conversation. The new student, James as he called himself, began to ask questions concerning schedules and the like. Remy couldn't help but to muster up a grin at this statement. Truth be told, he was by far the worst person to ask that type of question to. Gambit wasn't the type of guy to follow a given guideline in any structure. A part of Remy was beginning to wonder where the heck Kitty or Hank were right now. They were far more suited for this sort of business.
Despite his inner ramblings, Gambit felt inclined to give the kid an answer. "Dis really ain't dat type of school kid," Remy said as he flashed a smug grin. "An' I'm de wrong person to be askin' dat question. All I can say is you'll know momentarily."
Before Remy could turn his attention back to the new kid, their little threesome turned into a party as a fourth boy walked up to the gathering. Remy's black and red eyes blinked twice as he spotted two fox-like tails spouting out of the kid's back, waving idly in the air as he joined the group. It wasn't every day that Remy saw a kid with two tails walking around, but then again as an X-Man, he had definitely seen stranger things.
The first boy, however, obviously had not. Before Remy knew it, the sound of powers activating filtered around him as the boy opened the door telekinetically, ran in and attempted to slam the door shut behind him. Remy was quick though, and grabbed the boy by the shoulders before he got too far. Remy held back the urge to laugh at his reactions. He felt that the suitcase out the window part was funny but this was almost too much. It was like watching a superpowered version of the Three Stooges.
"Whoa, whoa, easy mon ami," Remy said as he patted the boy's shoulders. "We're all friends here. No need ta be freakin' out." He said as he turned back to the other two boys. "Again, my name is Remy LeBeau, but you may call me 'Gambit' or 'Professor LeBeau'." He greeted once again as he began to massage the first boy's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. Remy hoped that Rogue or Wolverine didn't stroll down the hall at this moment, or else he would never hear the end of it.
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Post by jamesjacobs123 on May 28, 2013 22:56:27 GMT -5
When James saw the guy with a fox tail approaching, he tried not to freak out. "Um, hi," he said. He nodded politely at the fox-tailed man, when the teacher answered his question.
"Ah," James swallowed in reply to the professor. "Gotcha." Then, the guy with the psychic powers made a run for it. James stifled a laugh, and he doubled over. It was just too funny. What was this guy playing at? James had never seen anyone so paranoid in his life; besides maybe his parents. The mutant then walked into the dorm.
"I got your suitcase, man," he told the psychic. He then flipped out of the window, ran down the wall vertically, and came down in a barrel roll. He picked up the suitcase and started scaling the wall again. He clambered up the wall pretty quickly, but the suitcase slowed him down a lot. Either way, it was a good workout for his arms.
James heaved himself and the suitcase up into the dorm, but not before one of the sharp ends of the broken window cut a gash into his arm. "Aargh!" he yelped.
The gash was not too deep, but the initial pain was pretty bad.
"Anyone got gauze or something?" James asked as he set the suitcase down.
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Post by Basil Siess on May 30, 2013 16:44:19 GMT -5
Basil leaned against the doorframe outside of his own room. He mostly was trying his best to still keep his tails hidden, but it didn’t seem to work out well. He felt a bit dishearten when he noticed on of them just flickered to the side. He heard some bits of the teacher explaining about the way the scheduling is done a bit differently, when he noticed one of the other students seems to have an issue with him appearing and saw a strange color at first, before the teacher went to intervene. He wondered a bit if it was because he was the only one of the students around at the moment, which had a visible physical mutation.
He looks back towards the teacher as he introduced himself once again and nods his head towards him “Nice to meet you professor. I’m Basil.” He finally introduced himself as well, and then glanced over towards James when he said he’ll get the suitcase. He was confused and noticed the broken window at that point. He remember hearing a window shattering when he was in his room earlier, this explains the source now. He looked towards James as he went and jumped out the window and blinks “Did I really see that?” he would say confused for a moment. He shrugs his shoulders before speaking “Sorry for intruding on the conversation, I’ll just..” he would start, but James returned with the suitcase and a cut now.
He doesn’t have any medical supplies on him so he just shakes his head in reply to the question, and looked back to the other two as he states “I’ll just return back to my room, it’s nice meeting you.” He would say, before opening up the door to his room and moving to head inside.
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Post by axelle rosa on Jun 2, 2013 15:43:16 GMT -5
Axelle was lost, that much was clear to her as she wandered around the dorm. When she had first arrived, she had been shown to her room, and then left to her own devices. So she had chosen to explore, finding the memorial garden with ease.
It was a beautiful way to remember those whom had passed, but it was a cruel reminder of her own brother's passing. "Oh, Saul, I'm sorry."
Axelle had gotten turned around as she ran from the gardens, determined not to cry over the still fresh wound in her heart where anyone could see. So, on pure accident, she had entered the wrong dormitory. In her defense, they looked similar, at least until she noticed a group of four men crowding the hallway. Three of them looked close to her age, delighting the French girl. She let her eyes trail over their forms, a coy smile appearing on her face.
"Fox-Boy's pretty cute," Axelle thought, her eyes sliding over towards the other boys. "But the other two are aesthetically pleasing. This might actually be fun."
Her eyes moved to the last man, a teacher judging by his age difference. Her smile dropped from her face, shock flooding her system as she took in her appearance. She didn't know him, yet with his hair styled the way it was, the man resembled one she had known. She couldn't stop the name from leaving her lips, even though she knew it could not be him: "Saul?"
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Post by Steven Vandergraf on Jun 5, 2013 0:08:14 GMT -5
You know that feeling you get when you're pretty sure you made a dink of yourself for no reason? Imagine that and you're halfway to what Steve was feeling right about now. He still wasn't sure why he had overreacted to people seeing him use telekinesis, but in all likelihood it was related to the fact that he had only recently acquired them. That and the fact that he was in a school filled with people of unique abilities or attributes.
He stopped himself when the adult put his hand on Steve's shoulder in an effort to calm him, and this gave Steve a chance to just chill out for five seconds. As the other kid ran out the window, only to return moments later with Steve's suitcase, he took some breaths. This all happened because he freaked out over people seeing his powers; in a school for people with powers. It was pretty dumb when he thought about it, to the point that he wanted to chuckle. The fact that he had broken school property prevented that.
Steve turned to face the professor. "Sir I am SO sorry about the window. I'm just nervous and have been stressed out with things lately and was just wanting to try out my ability and it's all just a lot to take in and I promise I'll find a way to pay you guys back just please don't suspend me I'm already in a lot of trouble as it is." How he finished that sentence in one breath is anyone's guess, but at least the mush mouth was the only doof behavior left once he realized he had nothing to worry about here.
He didn't really notice the other guy leaving. He really didn't even pay attention to the dude who got his suitcase. When he stopped talking one thing he noticed that kind of really weirded him out was the face of the professor. He knew some people had changed their appearance when they got their powers, but with Steven still being new to this whole community it was pretty dang creepy looking at an adult trying to be comforting when his eyes were black.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jun 6, 2013 0:24:37 GMT -5
Remy let out a chuckle as he continued his attempts at calming the psychic boy down. As hilarious as this all was, it was time for things to settle down and return back to normal. Well as normal as you could get in a school filled with mutants. The fox boy that had scared the crap out of the psychic soon introduced himself as Basil. Remy nodded as he took in the boy's strange appearance. At least he seemed like a nice kid. Remy was about to ask the young fox boy a question when James suddenly dashed out the window at an alarming speed after the suitcase. The Cajun raised a puzzled eyebrow as the boy dashed back inside, yelling in pain from the cut he received from the glass shards still embedded in the frame.
"Dis is why we don't jump outta a broken window so fast mon ami," Gambit said as he shook his head. Between James and the psychic, these new mutants had a lot to learn.
It was at this particular moment that the psychic began to apologize for his behavior and explain how nervous he was. Gambit let go of the boy's shoulders before giving him a grin. Of course it was going to be rough on him, he probably only discovered his powers a week ago. They all did. They hadn't had the years of experience that Remy and the rest of the X-Men had growing up. He inwardly hoped that the lessons they would learn at the Institute would help these mutants succeed in this ever changing world.
"It's alright mon ami. I know how hard it is on da first day here at dis place. Believe me when I say dat you are in good hands." He said, crossing his arms.
Before Remy could continue his little speech, a french-accented voice sounded off of from Basil's direction. Gambit's head instantly turned to meet a young girl with snow white hair, looking at him with a dumbfounded look on her face. Gambit wasn't exactly sure why she was staring at him like that, but what he did know was that she was in the wrong dormitory. Normally, he didn't care if the students mingled together, but he knew that Kitty and Ororo preferred the segregation between sexes.
"I'm sorry petite, but you are in da wrong dorm. How may ol' Remy be of assistance though?"
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Post by jamesjacobs123 on Jun 6, 2013 16:37:47 GMT -5
James's eyes widened when he saw the newcomer. She was pretty. He gave a nod to her, then returned his attention to the psychic boy. Man... he sure was antsy. James couldn't really blame him, though. He himself had been absolutely dumbfounded when he had arrived at this school. Although... it did make him wonder... what if the school had a hidden agenda? WHat if they were turning the kids into weapons? James mentally reprimanded himself for thinking negative thoughts. He had enough to worry about at the moment. James sighed and looked at the professor.
He seemed cool enough. He had a noticeable French accent, and had a sophisticated yet flamboyant look to him. James decided he would wheedle answers out of him later, and maybe try to appeal to his nice side. The young mutant then looked at his bleeding arm. Holy crap! He had forgotten about his arm. He quickly ran to his dorm, grabbed a shirt, then sped back to the psychic's dorm. He wound the shirt around the wound, then looked up.
"So, when are classes?" he asked no-one in particular.
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Post by Basil Siess on Jun 6, 2013 19:04:20 GMT -5
Basil stood close to the door of his own room when he saw the teacher try to comfort the other student and can hear some of the apology being told. He can relate a bit about being stressed out, this is a strange situation to be in. He looks up at the hallway ceiling for a moment, but then again isn’t he a strange being now. He shakes his head a bit to get those thoughts out of his head as he looks back to them. He notices the teacher seems rather lax on the whole situation and hopes that the whole school was like that. It gives him a chance just to laze around and not really have to do much, but somehow doubts that.
He shrugs his shoulders slightly as he figured that he’ll just return to his room, like he stated earlier, when he heard an accented femme voice coming a bit close. He glanced over for a moment to see a lovely female standing not too far from them. He didn’t really hear what was said, but guess was addressing one of the others. He looks over to see speedy take off down the hall, and now had an idea of a couple of their powers. He shrugs his shoulders and started to open the door to his room when he heard the speedy one return and started to ask about classes. He answers despite not really knowing himself “Hopefully not for a while, I rather relax for a bit.” He really didn’t want to start classes anytime soon. He just wanted time to maybe relax or maybe reflect on anything that happened so far. He just goes to walk into his own room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
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Post by axelle rosa on Jun 7, 2013 14:50:03 GMT -5
Axelle slowly approached the man, the initial shock starting to wear off. She noticed the other students leaving, making a mental note to possibly find them later. They could be good people; possible friends in this strange new world. She studied the Cajun man before her, an apologetic expression on her face. He was a handsome man, one who introduced himself as Remy. Upon closer inspection, Axelle didn't know why she'd even think he was Saul. The build was different, as were their features. But the biggest difference was the eyes. Saul had had chocolate brown eyes, ones flecked with gold and green. Remy, however, had eyes as red as the inferno's flames, surrounded by an endless abyss. It made the man look sinful, a devil in an angel's body.
<<I am sorry, sir,>> Axelle murmured, averting her eyes from him. She hoped that Remy could speak French--good French, that is. <<I mistook you for another.>>
She reflected on what he had called her. Petite, the French word for little. It reminded her of Saul's nickname for her, Petite Puce: little flea. Axelle smiled at the new nickname, looking up at the Cajun devil. Quickly, she began to explain why she had wandered into the wrong dorm. <<I got lost Monsieur. The campus is very big, and quite symmetrical. I do apologize for disturbing you. Maybe could you, er, point me in the right direction.>>
She offered a sheepish smile to Remy, while her mind wandered. Was the man a professor here? Or was he a family member of one of the teens? Her parents hadn't been able to bring her to the school, but she didn't know if it was the same for the other students.
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Post by Headmaster Logan on Jun 7, 2013 23:14:59 GMT -5
James Howlett, the X-Man and Avenger known to the world as Wolverine, was not in a good mood.
From the moment he woke up, Logan had a plan that he wanted to follow. With the knowledge that new students were moving into the dormitories today, he had decided to check to see if the Cajun was actually doing what he told him to do. It wasn't so much that Wolverine didn't trust Gambit, he just knew that he had a knack for not following orders, much like Logan himself. Once he was certain that there were no disturbances here, he would head back to his quarters, grab himself a six pack and watch the Penguins-Blackhawks game on TV.
Dressed in blue jeans, brown boots and a wife beater, Logan turned the corner, prowling the halls like a rabid animal stalking its prey. Every once in a while, a student would peek out of their room to see who was in the hall, until to duck back in upon seeing the Canadian mutant. If there was one thing these kids knew, it was not to mess with Logan when it was hockey night. Turning another corner, Wolverine's enhanced senses began to shift through the different scents, recognizing each and every person in the building.
This was his day for relaxation. No villains to gut, no Captain America calling him in for an assignment, and no one begging for his attention. It was just going to be him, a nice cold one, and hockey. That was just what he needed.
Or it would have been, if he hadn't heard the window smashing.
Logan halted, his body tensing up as his hands squeezed tightly into fists. He sniffed the air, trying to identify what was going on. He recognized the Cajun's scent instantly, but the others were new. One smelled like an animal, a fox perhaps. Another had a unique scent that was lighter then the others. A woman. Before Wolverine could begin to wonder why a woman would be in the boy's dormitory, another scent hit his nostrils. A scent that was all too familiar to Logan: the smell of fresh blood dripping from a wound.
*Snikt!*
A low growl escaped his throat as he unsheathed his claws. Logan quickly darted around the corner, pushed up own the door to the stairwell, and ascended to the floor above him. Once the scent of blood was at its strongest, Logan stopped to peer out the corner. Gambit stood in the hallway, talking to a group of new students. One was a boy with two fox tails wagging behind him while the other males didn't seem to have any physical mutations. The fourth student was a young girl with white hair. Logan had no clue what why she was their, but he was determined to find out. By the looks of it, everything was calm with no signs of a conflict.
Wolverine growled as he turned the corner, his claws slinking back into his wrists. He turned to Gambit with a look that said "I'll tear yer head off in two seconds if you don't tell me what I want to know."
"What the hell is going on up here, Gumbo? You tryin' ta give me a heart attack thinkin' we got an intruder here?" The Canadian mutant snarled as he looked around at the younger students surrounding Gambit. For all Wolverine knew, Summers and his little gang could have shown up and caused problems. Or Quire could have been up to his old tricks again. But instead, Gambit was here messing around as usual. He sniffed the air again, attempting to pinpoint the location of the blood. The headmaster looked up to spot a boy standing at about 5 inches taller than himself, a shirt was tied around his arm. Logan could see the blood staining the cloth and snarled. "What did you do kid?"
Before he could finish his statement, he turned to look into the room they were crowding around to see that the window had been shattered. Logan let out another low growl as he turned to face Gambit. "What the heck are you doin' up here bub?! I'm hirin' ya ta help out round' the school not break it!"
If they weren't in the presence of students, Logan would have probably unsheathed his claws and threaten Gambit further. Instead he turned to the group and growled again. "Get back ta yer rooms now, and you!" He said, turning to the young girl. "Go to yer own dorm."
With one final growl, Wolverine turned to walk out of the hall, leaving the building angrier then he was before.
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