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Calwell realized that he had said the wrong thing. Maybe it was a little too much for Chrys to handle. With a gentle hand set on the boy's shoulders, he attempted to calm him down. "Please don't think of a virus like the sense in something like Resident Evil. Something more like... a strain of the flu. A fluid would be the best way to inject something like that. It wasn't ingested, well I assume it wasn't. And, and!" He was dipping back into grave territory. Man, he needed to stop doing that. "Learning how to handle your powers is the main focus of this facility, Chrys. We're equipped to help you all grow and learn to the best of your abilities, and will always be here to patch you up after a hairy situation."
"Take Shawn, for example. Every staff member know's he's an X-Men hopeful. He spends most of his non-school hours training his abilities to push his limits and give himself more control over his element. I've seen him in the wards many times, but he never wants to let up. It's true, after the limiter is removed, there will be slight... fluctuations with yours, but that's like a crack in the wall leaking water suddenly turning into a hole. Your body will adapt, grow, and change accordingly to manage your power the best it can. The other half is being mentally prepared to feel that surge and handle it."
The bike was still warm from use. Whoever owned it had just come in, and was looking over at a set of tool in the far end of the garage. His back was turned to Rosemary. On each arm of his brown, well worn leather jacket were three stripes in a dirty yellow color.
Despite how far away Rosemary was, and how quiet her voice may have been, the man heard, and turned his head to take a glance at her. "So people know who that bike belongs to." The man's voice was rough and gravely. He gave her the answer and turned fully towards her. In his hands were a few tools and pieces.
This was Logan, the Wolverine. He wasn't a teacher, and he wasn't exactly and X-Men, but almost everyone knew who he was. He popped in from time to time, staying for months or even a full year before disappearing without a word. It was kind of an honor to see him off, though nobody had the fortune of doing that yet.
Setting the tools down, he took another good look at her. It wasn't a face he remembered, but remembering things was hard these days. Most people in the school knew him, staff or otherwise, so he just assumed that she knew who he was as well. He got to work on his bike, taking a piece off. She was still standing there, or at least he thought she was, so he decided to make the most of her being around. "Who are you? I don't really sign autographs, sorry bub."
"We should rephrase." Emma nodded in hopes of being excused for the mistake. "your unique ability allows you to change object in the real world, correct? If used right, you can change the field of play to assist in the X-Men getting their villain. We would like to ask you to join a team, where you can use your powers to assist your teammate in inventive and interesting ways. I will be with you, guiding you in your mind, and Booker will tell us what they need. What do you say?"
"Take Shawn, for example. Every staff member know's he's an X-Men hopeful. He spends most of his non-school hours training his abilities to push his limits and give himself more control over his element. I've seen him in the wards many times, but he never wants to let up. It's true, after the limiter is removed, there will be slight... fluctuations with yours, but that's like a crack in the wall leaking water suddenly turning into a hole. Your body will adapt, grow, and change accordingly to manage your power the best it can. The other half is being mentally prepared to feel that surge and handle it."
The bike was still warm from use. Whoever owned it had just come in, and was looking over at a set of tool in the far end of the garage. His back was turned to Rosemary. On each arm of his brown, well worn leather jacket were three stripes in a dirty yellow color.
Despite how far away Rosemary was, and how quiet her voice may have been, the man heard, and turned his head to take a glance at her. "So people know who that bike belongs to." The man's voice was rough and gravely. He gave her the answer and turned fully towards her. In his hands were a few tools and pieces.
This was Logan, the Wolverine. He wasn't a teacher, and he wasn't exactly and X-Men, but almost everyone knew who he was. He popped in from time to time, staying for months or even a full year before disappearing without a word. It was kind of an honor to see him off, though nobody had the fortune of doing that yet.
Setting the tools down, he took another good look at her. It wasn't a face he remembered, but remembering things was hard these days. Most people in the school knew him, staff or otherwise, so he just assumed that she knew who he was as well. He got to work on his bike, taking a piece off. She was still standing there, or at least he thought she was, so he decided to make the most of her being around. "Who are you? I don't really sign autographs, sorry bub."
"We should rephrase." Emma nodded in hopes of being excused for the mistake. "your unique ability allows you to change object in the real world, correct? If used right, you can change the field of play to assist in the X-Men getting their villain. We would like to ask you to join a team, where you can use your powers to assist your teammate in inventive and interesting ways. I will be with you, guiding you in your mind, and Booker will tell us what they need. What do you say?"
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"
"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."
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."
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."
"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"
"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."
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."
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."
"Minor injuries." Caldwell smiled at Chrys. "You and Shawn took the most damage, but I'm patching you up the best I can." He looked over his medical charts, examining them as he remembered he had jotted something down regarding Chrys. "I can't help but notice that something is offsetting your mutation. Something like this is man made, and doesn't come around often. I'm doing what I can to work with and around it for the time being, but I might need you back for regular checkups to see if I can't do something about that. In the future, it's possible that something like that might affect further development of your mutation, and maybe even your life."
Booker was sitting in his office.
On the other side of his desk.
Emma Frost had taken his spot at the desk as she looked over his files, noting all of the students that he had listed for his teams. She missed her warlocks, but she did pity Booker for having completely lost people before. It was only by a stroke of telepathic luck that she knew they were alive.
When Bonny knocked on the door, Booker shifted in his chair to look at the door, smiling as he saw his newest candidate. Emma noticed this, and smiled as well. The sleeper, such a strange and interesting power that she would certainly have to help with. A little light telekinesis opened the door, and Bonny was seen on the other side.
"I'm Booker, this is Emma." He motioned to both himself and his friend. "Welcome to the academy. Do you have any questions that Remy might have missed? He took off last night before you woke."
"Yeah," He shrugged. He knew he was beaten up, but he was just impressed that Heidi could get all of that from a look. He knew she was smart, but that was impressive. "I... I need your help." His eyes shifted to the ground below. "I bit off more than I can chew yesterday and it cost us the mission. I don't want something like that to happen again. We took too long getting someone to step up, and maybe Booker should have taken charge a little more. Chrys is still in pretty bad shape, I'm functional, but that radioactive guy wasn't out for blood."
Another sigh escaped his lips. He focused to look Heidi in the eyes, readying himself for what he was going to say next.
"Heidi. I know the last time I asked something of you, it didn't go well. But I need you to put faith in me again. I need help being this team's leader."
Booker was sitting in his office.
On the other side of his desk.
Emma Frost had taken his spot at the desk as she looked over his files, noting all of the students that he had listed for his teams. She missed her warlocks, but she did pity Booker for having completely lost people before. It was only by a stroke of telepathic luck that she knew they were alive.
When Bonny knocked on the door, Booker shifted in his chair to look at the door, smiling as he saw his newest candidate. Emma noticed this, and smiled as well. The sleeper, such a strange and interesting power that she would certainly have to help with. A little light telekinesis opened the door, and Bonny was seen on the other side.
"I'm Booker, this is Emma." He motioned to both himself and his friend. "Welcome to the academy. Do you have any questions that Remy might have missed? He took off last night before you woke."
"Yeah," He shrugged. He knew he was beaten up, but he was just impressed that Heidi could get all of that from a look. He knew she was smart, but that was impressive. "I... I need your help." His eyes shifted to the ground below. "I bit off more than I can chew yesterday and it cost us the mission. I don't want something like that to happen again. We took too long getting someone to step up, and maybe Booker should have taken charge a little more. Chrys is still in pretty bad shape, I'm functional, but that radioactive guy wasn't out for blood."
Another sigh escaped his lips. He focused to look Heidi in the eyes, readying himself for what he was going to say next.
"Heidi. I know the last time I asked something of you, it didn't go well. But I need you to put faith in me again. I need help being this team's leader."
As soon as the fight began, Nick's arm shot inside of his jacket to pull out a gun. finding bullets for a centuries old death machine was hard work, but Nick found a way. A grunt was let out as he took cover, letting out two shots before looking over. Had this been a normal civilian bar, Nick would have taken the chance at taking the aggression so they could escape without harm. However, these were all criminals, and they'd either kill the other mercs for a shot at the bounty, or go straight for the bounty and try to run off with someone.
"So much for a peaceful talk." He let out another grunt, kicking down a table to use as cover. "Nick Stars, detective." He introduced himself quickly, firing two rounds before hiding once more. "We need a way out. Either through them, or through the back. Think they're smart enough to guard both entrances?"
"So much for a peaceful talk." He let out another grunt, kicking down a table to use as cover. "Nick Stars, detective." He introduced himself quickly, firing two rounds before hiding once more. "We need a way out. Either through them, or through the back. Think they're smart enough to guard both entrances?"
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