Sumat Sajak may have been a four-armed reptilian thing from the slums of Ludhiana, but years of life and homeschooling in the upper-class splendour of South-East England had made him a man of respectability. Thus, when he had first arrived at his new (and somewhat undersized, but he could cope with that) dorm room, he had spent a good half hour making himself presentable for the official introduction to the University.

He would have looked rather out-of-place anyway, but this decision apparently hadn't helped him much. He had come to the introduction talk dressed in a smart black suit; custom-made, of course, to accommodate his extra limbs. Due to his cold-blooded biology, this was something he reserved only for when it was necessary. But soon after arrival, he was disappointed to find that most of the new students; and all of them probably younger than him; were swaggering about in skinny jeans and band t-shirts, amongst other things. Really, he might as well have not bothered.

And that wasn't all. While he certainly found himself admiring most of the faculty's dedication to their herculean task of integrating mutants into society, from what he could tell from the students' conduct soon after they'd finished, as he sat at one of the tables, sticking out like a sore thumb... it seemed to him most of the students were more interested in developing their powers than actually trying to integrate themselves into society, which alternately made him grunt in annoyance and chuckle at their naivete.

He especially didn't like the look of that punkish-looking girl who saw fit to burst in uninvited and start causing havoc for no discernible reason. At least the staff were quick to deal with her, and alert her to her hopelessly unkempt state in the process. Once that had been dealt with, he simply chose to sit and debate over whether he should get a drink or not, occasionally shuffling about to properly fit his tail through the hole that the back of the chair mercifully had.

"Uh... hey." A rather nervous-sounding fellow Freshman uttered into his ear... or he would, if he had ears in the conventional sense.

Sumat turned his head to the left, were the sound had originated from. Of course, since the room was so lively and filled with people, he could see heat all over the place, and his vibration sense was of no use to him. Good thing the fellow freshman's voice was loud.

"Hello." Sumat replied in his impeccable RP accent. To do otherwise would be too rude for him.

"Huh... thought you'd sound different." The other Freshman, casually-dressed like most of the others, seemed to blurt out unintentionally.

"...Well, what did you think I would sound like?" Sumat asked him, in as friendly a tone as he could muster. Valuable skill when you looked like him.

"Well, uh... you're the Raja Naga! World Mutant Wrestling? I was one of those weirdos who rooted for you when I wasn't s'posed to!"

Sumat internally sighed in irritation. It had been a few weeks since someone recognised him from the last pay-per-view before he retired, and he had hoped it would be the last. At least he got out before he had the chance to become ridiculously famous.

"That was five months ago, sir." He said, bluntly. "If you are indeed a fan of the spectacle, as you imply, you should know I retired soon afterwards."

"Uh... yeah, sure, I knew that. But I kinda thought that you..."

"You didn't seriously think that was real, did you?" Sumat cut him off, albeit softly so. Another advantage of his appearance; most people would have difficulty cutting someone off with a soft register. "There's no shame in that, it is very convincingly engineered, after all..."

"Oh, no! I knew it was all an act! I mean, heh, if I thought it was real I'd have feared for my life sittin' here, heheh... uhh, it's just, y'know, I wasn't expecting your voice to be so, uh..."

"-British?"

"Well... yes, that. So the whole 'India' thing was just an act as well, right?"

Sumat chuckled slightly; he was finding this young man kind of cute, in a naive and innocent sort of way. Probably wasn't, in all likelihood, but still.

"Easy mistake to make, but no. You see, I learnt my English in the UK."

"Ohhhhhh... so what are you doing here? You're like, ten years older than most of us."

"To learn." Sumat answered duly, clasping both his pairs of his hands together. "History, Literature, things firmly embedded in the, ahem, popular idea of what greatness means, if you'll forgive me for being so pretentious."

"Oh." The other Freshman said, apparently disappointed. "What about your powers?"

"Hmph." Sumat couldn't help but make that noise. He should have seen it coming, given what everyone else was chatting about. Sumat then took it as a good opportunity to clue the young man into the phase he was going through. 

"I've known how to use my powers since I was six. Didn't really get me anywhere, that's for sure. Don't get me wrong, Sports Entertainment has its place, and if you're a fan, good for you." He paused and took a deep breath. "It's just not for me anymore."