Forsythe@TickoutIf she wants to speak to any of them before class actually starts, she's free too. She'll probably want to speak to the councilor, therapist, mood calmer, Doctor Blake Smith, since he and Emma will be personally overseeing her mutation training. Given her mutation, she needs someone who can be in her mind with her to help.
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Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Shawn walked at a steady pace, despite Doc Clements telling him to take things easy. Now was not the time for easy. Now was the time to start pushing little by little. His body ached, rightfully so, but he didn't mention a word of it to the good doctor. Shawn could move his arms around and walk just fine with a little extra effort into the fluidity of the motions.
He was dressed in a light shirt and sweats, apparently having been changed out of his armor sometime after landing. He hoped that it was just the good doctor or someone relatively professional. He didn't want anyone who he considered personally important changing his clothes for him. Clements seemed to want to say something to Shawn because Clements left, but something pulled him away from Shawn and over to Chrys, his other resident.
Turning a hall, he almost ran into an incoming Heidi. Standing up on his toes and strangely moving and twisting around her, he slowed down to a halt. His body burned from the quick movements, but the hiss he almost let out was only a quick breath to steel himself. "Heidi!" He said again, exerting a little more force to seem fine. "Just the person I wanted to see."
Doctor Caldwell Clement was in an interesting situation. He had two young teens to care for with his mutation, but only one was feeling the full effects. Chrys was a rather textbook case in terms of mutations. It just sprang up one day. As the first mutant in his family, though, Chrys was interesting in that case. His condition was far worse than Shawn's, so Chrys was given more attention.
But Shawn's body refused the biotic healing.
Slow and steady wins the race, even with mutant healing. Unlike a healing factor, Caldwell's biotic healing relied on the natural healing process of the body he was healing. If he were to work too fast, he could easily trim decades off a person's lifespan. He needed a careful mix of actual doctoring and his mutation to ensure he didn't harm the body while healing it.
Chrys needed more work, and all of that work left the good doctor rather tired. He had talked to Shawn briefly, mentioning a concussion, but not telling him the full extent of his injuries. Thankfully, for the sake of Shawn's stress levels, Shawn didn't quite understand how much Caldwell could restore a person. A minor concussion wasn't world ending, but Calwell wasn't able to tell him anything else before Chrys was registered as awake. Caldwell rushed from Shawn to Chrys to continued his work.
"Good morning, Chrys." Caldwell greeted carefully. "That was quite a show you put on yesterday, from what I heard. Unfortunately, you wrecked your body pretty badly from pushing your mutation so hard." He looked around and to the ground, keeping a soft and level voice in the quiet med bay. "On the upside, I've been working as hard as I can to make sure that everything sets back in right, and that you'll be in functioning order by sunset."
He was dressed in a light shirt and sweats, apparently having been changed out of his armor sometime after landing. He hoped that it was just the good doctor or someone relatively professional. He didn't want anyone who he considered personally important changing his clothes for him. Clements seemed to want to say something to Shawn because Clements left, but something pulled him away from Shawn and over to Chrys, his other resident.
Turning a hall, he almost ran into an incoming Heidi. Standing up on his toes and strangely moving and twisting around her, he slowed down to a halt. His body burned from the quick movements, but the hiss he almost let out was only a quick breath to steel himself. "Heidi!" He said again, exerting a little more force to seem fine. "Just the person I wanted to see."
Doctor Caldwell Clement was in an interesting situation. He had two young teens to care for with his mutation, but only one was feeling the full effects. Chrys was a rather textbook case in terms of mutations. It just sprang up one day. As the first mutant in his family, though, Chrys was interesting in that case. His condition was far worse than Shawn's, so Chrys was given more attention.
But Shawn's body refused the biotic healing.
Slow and steady wins the race, even with mutant healing. Unlike a healing factor, Caldwell's biotic healing relied on the natural healing process of the body he was healing. If he were to work too fast, he could easily trim decades off a person's lifespan. He needed a careful mix of actual doctoring and his mutation to ensure he didn't harm the body while healing it.
Chrys needed more work, and all of that work left the good doctor rather tired. He had talked to Shawn briefly, mentioning a concussion, but not telling him the full extent of his injuries. Thankfully, for the sake of Shawn's stress levels, Shawn didn't quite understand how much Caldwell could restore a person. A minor concussion wasn't world ending, but Calwell wasn't able to tell him anything else before Chrys was registered as awake. Caldwell rushed from Shawn to Chrys to continued his work.
"Good morning, Chrys." Caldwell greeted carefully. "That was quite a show you put on yesterday, from what I heard. Unfortunately, you wrecked your body pretty badly from pushing your mutation so hard." He looked around and to the ground, keeping a soft and level voice in the quiet med bay. "On the upside, I've been working as hard as I can to make sure that everything sets back in right, and that you'll be in functioning order by sunset."
Well, for first period, it's up to you guys where you want to go, just use the list on the first post for what teachers are here
Getting in a post soon! So sorry for being sparse!
@Archmage MCit was in the IC for about a week, but sorry Mage, it is closed.
And the second day has begun, let me know if I'm missing anything!
Mystique was about as hard to find as a lighthouse on a stormy night, but that evening she was nowhere to be found. Forge, who lived in the danger room more than even mystique, was unsure of where Raven had run off to. She said that she had important matters to talk to, and that was as helpful as he could be at the moment.
Remy had landed the ship a little later than planned. He had hoped to reach the mansion in time for supper, but they were just finishing up as they touched down. Remy could see that bonny was trying to keep herself awake, and assisted in that until they met the professor. He assured bonny that she'd be working with the resident councilor and his newly appointed psych assistant. She would have her own room and a schedule and teachers tailored to helping her as much as possible.
The next morning, Shawn woke with a start. His dream was rightfully a long one, dwelling on the mission passed and the door that he believed he caused to explode.
"Heidi." The name escaped his mouth as a realization came to his mind. He needed to talk to her about the day before. He didn't get very far in the medical bay before the nurse found and approached him. He had suffered a minor concussion, and aside from some cuts on the bottom portion of his face, he was most kinds of healthy. After promising to take it easy, shawn took off to find the girl on his mind.
Remy had landed the ship a little later than planned. He had hoped to reach the mansion in time for supper, but they were just finishing up as they touched down. Remy could see that bonny was trying to keep herself awake, and assisted in that until they met the professor. He assured bonny that she'd be working with the resident councilor and his newly appointed psych assistant. She would have her own room and a schedule and teachers tailored to helping her as much as possible.
The next morning, Shawn woke with a start. His dream was rightfully a long one, dwelling on the mission passed and the door that he believed he caused to explode.
"Heidi." The name escaped his mouth as a realization came to his mind. He needed to talk to her about the day before. He didn't get very far in the medical bay before the nurse found and approached him. He had suffered a minor concussion, and aside from some cuts on the bottom portion of his face, he was most kinds of healthy. After promising to take it easy, shawn took off to find the girl on his mind.
@Grueslayeram I right in assuming that the unarmed man he's talking about is nick?
Every day seemed to be endless. Five months in this new time period, and there was always something new to see that kept him from his investigation.
Detective Nicky Stars had seen a lot in his time. Cultists, a summoning ritual, spirits, magic itself. His world was like something out of the funnies, though much more grave. His last encounter with the Cult of Aku had sent him spiraling into the future, to where he was now. He was only making sense of it now, after much time in panic about the fate of the world and what he had left behind.
But as the gleam of the new world began to fade, Nick got back to work. He set up a little place underground where some kind people allowed him to rant, rave, and plan as he pleased, so long as he provided them rent money.
Now he was in The Bandit's Rest Bar. One of his leads pointed him in the direction that this was where he needed to go next. He wasn't with the law anymore. Aku was the law, and Nick didn't want to be sniffed out just yet. He needed to hide among criminals and bandits while he prepared himself. They didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them. That was just how he liked it.
He sat at the bar, downing a shot and having a nice conversation with the bartender. His mother's half allowed him to have a nice conversation with less than nice people. He was a people person with a charming smile and a soothing voice, all thanks to the gifts of a beautiful Earth Spirit.
Then the Mercs came in. Nick watched from the corner of his eye as the all filed in. Nick was one of the first to be pointed out, and his hand reached over slowly to the gun in his holster underneath his coat. He almost whipped out the gun, but set his hand back down after seeing the blade of energy sparking to life. It crackled softly, it's bright colors dazzling to Nick's eye. He almost couldn't look away, but he forced himself to look at the other's who had been called out by the Robotic man. Cyborg, they called them now.
"Well, boys." His slick accent, considered strange in this time, rang out clearly as he put his hands in the air. He turned around slowly, dropping off the seat of the bar stool. "You seem to enjoy your second amendment. Flex your guns all you want, but for the safety of the people, let's not use them."
Detective Nicky Stars had seen a lot in his time. Cultists, a summoning ritual, spirits, magic itself. His world was like something out of the funnies, though much more grave. His last encounter with the Cult of Aku had sent him spiraling into the future, to where he was now. He was only making sense of it now, after much time in panic about the fate of the world and what he had left behind.
But as the gleam of the new world began to fade, Nick got back to work. He set up a little place underground where some kind people allowed him to rant, rave, and plan as he pleased, so long as he provided them rent money.
Now he was in The Bandit's Rest Bar. One of his leads pointed him in the direction that this was where he needed to go next. He wasn't with the law anymore. Aku was the law, and Nick didn't want to be sniffed out just yet. He needed to hide among criminals and bandits while he prepared himself. They didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them. That was just how he liked it.
He sat at the bar, downing a shot and having a nice conversation with the bartender. His mother's half allowed him to have a nice conversation with less than nice people. He was a people person with a charming smile and a soothing voice, all thanks to the gifts of a beautiful Earth Spirit.
Then the Mercs came in. Nick watched from the corner of his eye as the all filed in. Nick was one of the first to be pointed out, and his hand reached over slowly to the gun in his holster underneath his coat. He almost whipped out the gun, but set his hand back down after seeing the blade of energy sparking to life. It crackled softly, it's bright colors dazzling to Nick's eye. He almost couldn't look away, but he forced himself to look at the other's who had been called out by the Robotic man. Cyborg, they called them now.
"Well, boys." His slick accent, considered strange in this time, rang out clearly as he put his hands in the air. He turned around slowly, dropping off the seat of the bar stool. "You seem to enjoy your second amendment. Flex your guns all you want, but for the safety of the people, let's not use them."
I'll be getting a post up tonight after work, excited to start!
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