[center][h1][color=FF8C00]James Erikson[/color][/h1]
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Xavier's Institute Basement
Interacting: Everyone Present[/center]

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James looked around at everyone present. Gathered around the professor were a group of people all about his age. He could only wonder what everyone's powers were, except Grace, who had told him around the time he first arrived. Come to think of it, the whole group looked pretty out of place. When the Professor began to talk, James began to calm down a bit. Things were getting on track. At least, that was until the point of coming down here was made clear. Then James got nervous again. [i]Him?[/i] An [i]X-Man[/i]? James could barely protect himself, let alone protect other people.

He had to admit, the Professor's power was rather interesting. That being said, Sophie's was a little more.....concerning. The Professor grabbing a fire extinguisher certainly didn't make him feel better. Then Charlotte walked in, which set James a bit on edge. He was barely comfortable talking to people. Having them in his head made him feel just that much more vulnerable. And then Bryson walked in, which was an odd experience.

Looking around, James noticed a pause in the conversation. Someone should go next. Of course, James didn't want to go next. Hell, he barely wanted to go at all. Still, it was better to just get this out of the way. So, steeling himself for social interaction, James stood up. [color=FF8C00]"Um.....Hi,"[/color] he stuttered. [color=FF8C00]"I'm James Erikson. My alias is Traveler. And I can......well, just watch the window."[/color] James got a quick look at the inside of the range through the window, and focused on a single spot in there. James then felt the strange but familiar sensation of reality spinning around him for a split second, and suddenly found himself inside the range. To anyone watching him, it looked like he had suddenly [i]poofed[/i] out of and into existence. James gave a hesitant wave through the window.

James was about to teleport back, when he felt his stomach growl. Apparently, his quick breakfast wasn't enough. He absent-mindedly thought of the vending machines he saw on the way to the basement. Then the world spun again, and he was suddenly in front of them. Oops. Glancing around a bit, James figured that if he was here, he might as well use them. He bought a bottle of orange juice and another granola bar before reappearing by his chair again. He glanced around awkwardly at everyone. [color=FF8C00]"Yeah, um........I can teleport,"[/color] he muttered, before sitting down again and eating his makeshift breakfast.