"Forge." Booker cut in briefly to remind Rosemary of the man's name. He had a construct of a hand writing down the notes on his desk while he searched for Rosemary's School File. All personal files were stored elsewhere. She wanted a more combat focused schedule, that was fine with him, and he was sure that Charles wouldn't object too much either. As important as it was to help young mutants learn and control their powers, the other mission of the school was to give them the means to do what they wanted out of life, and if that meant going on missions and protecting the world, who were they to stop Rosemary?

As he found the file he needed, Booker tossed it up into the air, for another construct to catch it and organize it with the notes that he had made. 

"Emma?" Booker looked to Rosemary. "No, you didn't adapt telepathy, she used her telepathy to show you things. Telepaths can share thoughts, as well as look at other people's thoughts. I really wouldn't worry about that." Genosha was the place Rosemary was thinking of. Keeping Mutants and using them as slaves out in the open. Booker really thought that humanity was past all of that now. He supposed that there would always be at least one opposing force, and Genosha was one right now.

"Anywho, anything else you wanted to talk to me about? I'll submit this to the Professor, and I'll get back to you on the schedule change as soon as possible, okay?"

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Shawn had heard that accent before from one of the older guests of the mansion, Gambit. He had only seen the Cajun man a few times, here and there. "You're new?" Shawn Asked. Of course he was, he had never seen his face before, and they were getting a whole lot of new students recently. "Are you here for refuge, or are you here to save the world?" Those were normally the two types of people who came through the halls of the mansion. Those that were hiding, and wanted to learn to control their powers and reintegrate with society, or those who wanted to sharpen their talents to protect the world from life-threatening situations. He just wondered what side of the coin this kid was on.

Another new student, a girl, had sat near them. So Shawn, this meant that she was open to being brought into this little group of a veteran student talking to the new students to feel comfortable. 

"You too? I'm Shawn."

"Okay, everyone sit down, class it beginning." Ruric started the class and stood tall and proud in front of his students. "Take your textbook and open to the geometry section. This is what we will be reviewing for the next two weeks until winter break."

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Jean could see through Heidi's mind the memories of the mission. It wasn't the best case scenario, but there were many missions that had kept Jean up at night. Scott would have to calm her down in the small hours of the morning.

"It really can't." Jean nodded in agreement. It took experience to relax oneself from the frightening face that missions had. "You'll get there, it just takes time and determination."

Then Heidi had a full on question for her. Though there was already and answer cooking up in her mind, Jean decided to drag it out for a little, putting her weight onto one leg and tapping her chin with a single finger. She stood there for a minute before appearing to have a content answer for the young and impressionable girl. "Nothing can prepare you for a mission, and nothing can prepare you for carrying the weight of responsibility. Your mind can psych you out, think too much on it. There's nothing you can do about that, but you do have a team leader, right? Someone to handle those responsibilities?"

She leaned a little closer to Heidi, so that they were at eye level with each other. "You just need to take a thoughtless leap. When you jump into a pool, you're so scared that the water will be too cold, that you slip, fall, and hurt yourself. I know it's a scary thought, Heidi, but do you think that Charles or Scott got where they were by calculating every minute detail? They tried their best, and that's all anyone can do."