"Well, in that case. We have five years, maximum. I'll have Scott help where he can, but if the situation is this fragile, then we will need to steer clear of a select few people." Charles knew that he didn't have to speak verbally to communicate to his old friend. She didn't like speaking physically, and through their shared mental connection was how she spoke. However, Charles simply liked to speak. It kept the real world from being too quiet, and it was always funny to see the young students wonder who he was talking to. 

They reached his office, and Charles had decided that they had enough time to conitnue their little conversation before Tatiana came through with the prankster. "I know you didn't say anything to him, but for all intents and purposes, he is not allowed to be near you while this is taken care of. The purifiers are already trouble enough, and Logan doesn't like sitting idly while they attack mutants, but this is much more serious. I'll speak to Blake and Remy. Maybe they can try and quiet this situation before it becomes as bad as you say it does."

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Emma and Booker were both talking in the privacy of their office when they got the message from Charles. Emma looked to her old friend with wide eyes and a small smile.

"Well, isn't this interesting. Booker, it would be so easy for me to walk in and tell them not to do it. Even easier for Charles to do it from the comfort of his upstate mansion"

"You know that's not how he wants it done. No violence, no mind control." It was going to be tough, Booker knew this. Even though three telepaths lived in the school, Booker knew that Charles did not want this to be an open and shut case where they could simply walk in, force these people to rethink their entire life-stance, and make them change a decision which had likely been planned for years before even now. 

Emma stood from her seat, walking towards the door. Booker leaned forward and leered at Emma. "If I see on the news that Transi-"

"Booker." She interrupted him. "I'm just going down stairs. I want to look at my academy before we embark to rescue the survivors. Once we confirm that no one has stayed behind, we'll move onto the appointed rendezvous point. I will have my Warlocks back." And with that she left. While she was going to go and see if she couldn't find some sort of satalite map of a location maybe an hour or two away, she wanted to speak to someone first, the first person in this house that she might have considered her pupil. 

She purposefully used her telepathy to find Rosemary, and bumped into her to make it seem like an accident. "Oh, my. Hello, Rosemary. I trust all is going well?"

[hr]

"Corriender." Raven Darkholme stopped Chrys just as he entered the classroom. Her hand shot out to keep him from walking further into the room. "Bloody nose. Have you already been checked out by Doc Clement?" She and all of Chrys' other teachers had been told of Chrys' condition after the encounter the day before, but she didn't know about his newly freed power, nor if the Doctor actually cleared him for combat.

Forge was in there too, and waved to the children as they entered. "Don't mind me, just fixing something."

[hr]

"Nope." Shawn shrugged. "All my work's done, so I'm just gonna relax for the rest of the period until we move onto the next." He actually wanted to work on his powers. It wasn't the danger room, but being outside and facing away from the school was the next best place to practice. 

He stepped away from the groun and took a breath. His hands moved to form a circle, Shawn creating a ball of energy that he attempted to fill his hands with, then condense into a smaller size. Had he not lost it during the fight with the radiative man, they would have won. The bank wouldn't have exploded, and so many lives wouldn't have been lost. Those were all on his shoulders, it was his fault that things ended how they did. He needed to be better so that wouldn't happen next time. 

He struggled compressing it. His hands threatened to part to make way for the expanding ball, but he fought to keep it at such a small size. He didn't stop, though. He needed to get this to work, it was his primary goal before they went out into the field again.