Shawn was not expecting something like a full pep-talk from Heidi, but it did help him in ways he couldn't truly put into words. However, the little ending tidbit about her being unsure how to help did cause the young man to frown. "I don't think that's true." He noted, trying to relax in a comfortable pose. "First off, nobody put me in charge. The lack of someone being in charge forced me to do something because we were certainly going to end up much worse if we didn't work together at least somewhat." He guess that just solidified her point of him trying to unify the team and putting his own worries behind him, but it was his turn for a pep talk. When he was done, she could go back and poke holes in his like he was to hers right now. 

"Second, I'm sure you've got plans out the wazoo! I know your afraid to execute your plans, but bringing them to the table for us to discuss as a team is what makes your mutation so important. You gather all this information, you think of all the possibilities, we bounce ideas back and fourth so we do have a plan when we do go on missions. We can't have a contingency for every possible outcome, we aren't machines, not every plan can be picture perfect; but that doesn't mean that we can't adjust accordingly to get the best results. The more we go on missions, the more we'll learn about each other, and the easier this will all become." He cracked a smile at her, hoping to lighten the mood. 

"Lastly, as the new figurehead of this group, I'll be taking most of the blame for stuff anyways. We can't do this without Heidi Williams, the Prodigy. The team needs at least one stable head on it's shoulders"

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"A limiter..." Caldwell mumbled to himself. "If they injected something into your bloodstream, it must be something fabricated specifically for..." A thought occurred to him, and he snapped around, almost turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to look directly at Chrys. "How likely is it that this limiter in your body is some type of... Mutation augmenting virus? Not only would it be able to adjust your shifting abilities accordingly based on a number of variables, but if it has access to pull on the strings of a mutation, that would explain why my Biotic healing doesn't seem to be effecting whatever limiter is inside of you." The thoughts bounced around in his head as to what it could be. It could even be stunting the growth of Chrys' own mutations, keeping them at a specific level of evolution to keep them from putting any more stress on his body. For better or for worse.

"Chrys, I'd like to ask to take more tests on you. Namely, a x-ray, and get various samples. Hair, skin, blood, fluids. I want to nip this problem in the bud before it begins harming you even without using your mutation."

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Emma took things out of Booker's hands. Her voice pulled even Booker's attention onto her. She smiled properly after noting his look, but did not say a word about it. "For your training, that is where I come in. I am a telepath, and can access your mind in your dreams. I will be the bridge between Blake and you. He's an expert on several studies of the mind, and I am the only one of the two of us with the skeleton key to the psyche."

"If you already have a decent control of your power, I'm guessing it's safe to say that you can dream lucidly." Booker spoke once more. He shuffled his chair sideways so he wouldn't have to turn all the way around to look at Bonny. He motioned for her to sit down with them just to go over everything quickly. "This kind of Reality warping is certainly interesting, and it'll take a team effort from the three of us, and the team you'll be joining and supporting. I'll do everything I can to help you dream peacefully, and if worse comes to worse, we have at least three telepaths in the building who can calm you down from the inside."

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To Xavier, Sage was many things. She was the resident spymaster, the complete eyes and ears of the entire facility and the greater New York area, and the teacher of the Espionage class. Tatiana, who was in Booker's little group, was one of her more notable students. She seemed very much interested in what Sage had to say. It was a nice feeling.

"Today, we'll be focusing on something a little more boring, but as important as everything else in the class." She announced. Clapping her hands, Kurt appeared beside her, smiling pleasantly at the class.

"We'll be working on language." A good portion of the class groaned, even some of the students who had taken that lesson before. 

"A good portion of espionage and infiltration is acting, hence why I invited Mr. Wagner to take a little time to come over and help us all act." Kurt took a bow at Sage's words, to which she let a smile crack at the edge of her lips. "Being a spy, spying around, infiltrating, whatever you want to call it, comprises mainly of a few things. Research, acting, decisions, and waiting. Criminal working on a high stakes hit? Know the area, know the people. Learn how to blend in with them to the best of your abilities. Make a new person out of what you have to keep your identity from being discovered. Know who to talk to, where to go. Is someone blocking the way to your precious jewel? Either find a way to get them out of your way, or wait them out." Her voice shifted to something similar to Emma Frost's own accent. Had it not been so spot on, one would have thought that she was mocking the telepath. 

"But. Never do nothing. Keep your eyes on the guards, look for openings and passageways. Improvisation is important, but remember all of your lies." Her voice moved back to her own, shifting around before finding a voice that was most comfortable. "Not everyone can be Miss Darkholme. If you want someone to believe you, sell your story. If you can't believe your own performance, how is someone else going to believe it? Kiss a man. Kiss a woman. Kiss a baby. Sell the story of your character so they believe you and understand the type of character you are trying to convey."