"She... always did have a habit of making people forget her..." If anything, the great Professor Xavier was starting to grow into a new look. His straightened but soft brow, his eyes, never missing a feature, and his mind, always thinking of the unknown and how to befriend it. You could almost call him "Captain" if he weren't so friendly. He was more like your therapist who went the extra mile as opposed to your leader or headmaster. "Well, bring her in. Let's see what brings here out of the shadows."

Scott shook his head softly, but his curt bow betrayed his previous motion. He was rather confused. Not how this woman was still alive. If she were like Charles, then she could easily make people forget her, or make people not even see her at all. But her just being here conflicted with what he had been told years ago, when he, Jean, and the others were still new to protecting both humans and mutants. He had a question now, two, if he wanted to be technical. 

Did Raven know? Was she actually speaking from what she saw, or from what a piece of paper told her?

"I'll get he-" Scott turned to the door, but it was already opened by the time that he had turned fully to face it. Instead of the hard oak, he saw a woman, looking in her forties, standing graciously in the door frame. 

A silver feather Boa wrapped around her neck, dressed as always in a white corset with silver lacing. Her smooth, perfectly flawless skin shone well through the large windows of the Professor's study. 

Charles moved not an inch, waiting for her to speak. As he expected, her voice rang in his mind. He could see Scott, standing between the two, looking at one another with confusion written on his face. 

Whatever conversation was going on was being completely missed by Scott. With another short bow, he turned to the door. "I'll, let myself out now."

"Not just yet, Scott. You're apart of this conversation too." Charles spoke with his mouth, smiling at the man who he was proud to help train and teach. 

"Well I don't exactly have mind powers, and last I remember, you could only use two phones in a conversation." He didn't want to be rude to the professor, but even he could sometimes forget that not everyone could think and talk like he did. 

The two telepaths chuckled to one another. 

Charles turned to Scott once more, motioning to the buxom blonde before them both. "You've been kind enough to refrain from psychically attacking Scott or wiping his mind again, so I am assuming that means that you are going to be stepping in, this time?"

"This time?" Scott looked again.

"No, I need to pick up the remnants of the Academy. After the Hellions..." She paused there. Scott almost sighed at the end of her silky voice. "Still, there was a group I had sent out and they didn't report in before the attack. I do hope that they're alright."

Scott had more questions than what he could count on both hands, but he knew that if he stuck around long enough, he'd be able to get filled in on what sort of mission he was going on.

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"Da!" Kurt smiled, his hands clapping. "Let us begin, zen!" In an instant, he teleported off the stage, back onto the ground where Shawn and Jacob both were. In one hand, he had Shawn's hand taken in. Just contact with Shawn and his energy filled body was strange and static-like. Surely, the boy was recharging his batteries. Raven could be a slave diver in the Danger Room, and nobody could last forever against her training regiment.

His free hand stretched out to Jacob, hoping to teleport them both up high so the boy could get working on his silk. They wouldn't have much more time, they needed to act now otherwise the bell was going to wake Shawn.

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It wasn't really an option that Booker himself wanted to explore, but his research caused him to look at all the options for the kids and young adults around him. Not everyone was lucky like Charles was, with a rich family and name, a big estate to return to after a few lofty years of travel, not to mention being a professor and having gone to college.

Mutants like Caliban tracked other mutants, some mutants could sneak others into systems. It was just a matter of knowing who to talk to. 

He looked around, unsure of how to phrase his words. After a quick lip-tightening, he looked back at Rosemary and sighed briefly. "There are a million options for everyone. All you need is the drive and the right know-how. People, mutants and humans alike can do nearly everything, you just need to find the right ones to put you back into the system. You need to know the right ones to sweet-talk you into your university, the right ones to change your face just enough that people don't recognize you." It was great, he knew. Telling kids to cheat. However, his plan was much simpler than that, and the only way that the plan would work without the ability to turn things to gold would be to work as hard as you can for someone to consider writing up a new form for a new person. 

"You can do what you want, Rosemary. You just need patience and determination. It doesn't hurt that your ability allows you to take on nearly any job imaginable."