As John finished his mini rant the professor moved around the desk to get closer to his student and started to speak to the worried mutant.

[i]"I see, well as you know John the X-Gene can do many things, each having its own effect whether it is good or bad. Also what do you mean by my power is not always my own?”[/i]

He paused, which allowed John to answer.

"I dont always feel like I control my power, I have heard rumours that some mutants powers overcome them - I am just worried that will be my fate as well."

The words hit the professor and resonated with him as he had known some mutants that had happened too, he would address that in a moment.

[i]“You should not worry John, change it to be expected, powers evolve and appearances may change but one thing remains the same, you are still you.”[/i]

This did help calm the Terra-kenetic for a moment.

Xavier took breath and paused, thinking of how best to go about things, before speaking once more:

[i]"I can take a look for you but there is no way to tell what changes will happen or when they will happen. You just need to relax though I understand your feelings as this is something many mutants your age worry about.”[/i]

John looked down at his feet at this, he wasnt sure what the professor meant by taking a look, how could his mind reading powers work in this situation? But John wanted answers and looked at the Professor again. "Please do what you have to Professor."

the wheelchair bound mutant nodded before speaking once more:
[i]“All I can do is help you control these powers, in turn this may help you when the time comes to those changes. John in what way do you want me to help you, do you want me to search your mind or do you want to understand your powers better? The more you know the easy it will be.”[/i]

John was actually smiling at the prospect :"Please Professor Sir, I would do anything to be in control and more confident in my own powers."

Xavier couldn't help but smile as his words had the wanted effect but motioned John over to a device which emerged from one of the bookshelves, it looked like some sort of body scanning devices, but what it scanned for the younger mutant didnt know.

[i]"Yes, this is a body scanner, it is not 100% accurate by any stretch John, but it will give a 'most likely' outcome of how your Xgene will do, and with your current state I think we should be confident in what will happen."[/i]

John moved over to stand inside the scanner while Xavier moved over to a computer that had flipped out of the desk and started pressing buttons and warming up the scanner: A few moments passed as bright lights were emitted from the scanner as it took measurements from John before it beeped and shut down, which John took as a que to step from the machine and walk back over to the the desk where the scan results were already showing.

[i]"From what the scans are showing and your medical examination results when you first got here John, I can almost say for certain that your powers have yet more to develop, and from the course of your physical mutation, it looks like your entire skeletal structure will become stone - and everything else will become earth - but you will still be sentient and your abilities would still be yours." He clicked a button and the screen flickered and died. "As for controlling your powers, I will have a think about what sort of training would best suit you John; but I will get back to you."

John made to move towards the door, turning as he opened the door: "Thank you Professor Sir." With that John walked through the door and closed it after himself.

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Jax watched as one of the girls had become aware of his presence and had reacted out of instinct running at the wall and jumping off the wall and launched herself at him, a set of claws extending from one of her hands with the other reaching for him. Although she seemed to be quick, her reflexes and instincts strong Jax still had time to move his hands to protect himself, a strong grip on each wrist allowing him to keep her hands, and more importantly those claws away from him. In the same movement he spun around a couple of times before throwing her down the hallway.

His instincts were locked onto one thing: Food and to get that he first had to survive this encounter and so his mind had already dismissed the second girl as the one he had just thrown appearing to be the more hostile one, still hovering in the air his fists came up in a traditional boxer stance, covering his nose, ready for round two... all four wings moving too quickly to discern any movement but keeping him a lift.