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NeXt Generation; Rahne
Topic Started: Feb 9 2014, 05:48 AM (351 Views)
Martha Johansson
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February 5th
3 pm



Approximately five years ago--give or take some months--Martha Johansson had stepped into the sanctuary of the Xavier Institute; composed of many floors and an equally vast number of hallways (many of which had seen her roaming lost and confused), identifying the Neoclassical mansion as "home" was as far detached from reality as aliens, but repeated disasters on a global degree reminded the mutant population "impossible" existed only in dictionaries. So expecting to never acclimate to her new environment was foolhardy, really. Yet, taking solace in the idiocy, Martha continuously avoided interactions with both the student body and faculty--everything and everyone outside her room, essentially. Of course, being privy to a collection of thoughts in spread beyond the immediate vicinity served only to complicate matters.

Before Apocalypse's nanobit infection and the terror inflicted by his Horsemen, attempting to just reduce the telepathic scope remained a taboo. Martha had wanted nothing to do with her mutation; the anti-mutant plague--which, unfortunately, refused to embrace extinction--admittedly claimed the psychic's mind, too. That was, until the aforementioned insane bastard attacked. Seeking safety (and survival), the unexpected exploration of her psionic gifts resulted in the realization that, perhaps, living as a mutant didn't just mean imminent death.

With this, however, came a second epiphany: the next generation would inherit such an outlook. While yes, it was only natural, and yes, expecting any different was a job for dreamers, Martha wanted to establish it as a reality. As a guarantee, not a possibility. Many other mutants existed in similar situations; it seemed denying the Institute's offers was becoming popular among the masses. And it was for this reason she'd come to Rahne Sinclair.

The mutant woman acknowledged as Wolfsbane taught the younger students, a responsibility Martha had gradually come to identify as immensely respectable. Many of these children were still inquiring about their families: why weren't they brought along? How long would they be at the Institute? And why did some parents send their sons and daughters off with severe disgust? She had planned a proposition; hopefully it would be well reciprocated.

With several knocks on the door, she poked her head in. "Mrs. Sincla... er, Russel? Could I possibly have a moment of your time?" By now she'd slipped inside, leaning against a desk in the back, hands clasped together. "I've been mulling over this for a number of days--weeks, actually; the idea was for a few weeks but coming to you was for a few days." Aware of her rambling she pressed on: "Granted, you're experienced and do a much better job, but... well, I was curious as to whether you'd consider allowing me to volunteer? As a teacher's assistant, I suppose. Well, what I really want is to help the next generation of mutants, but that's good, too. Unless you already have someone, in which case I apologize."

Punctuating the request with a weak smile, Martha finally exhaled and presented a summary. "I've always wanted to help. As someone who once wished to have never been born, I can relate to what the others are experiencing. And someday--if it's possible--I'd like to become like you."
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Seeing as how she lived right here at the school, literally a walk away from the mansion that most lived in, Rahne had made the decision to wait until it was time to give birth to take her maternity leave. Teaching wasn't physically demanding, she'd reasoned, and she'd already decided to take a leave from active X-Men duty (which nobody had argued with her about), so she could handle this. And she certainly wasn't about to become a freeloader. Never was before, wasn't going to start now. She was the type who had to be contributing to the society around her or she wasn't going to feel right about herself.

And now, as she sat back in the chair behind her desk, feet sore, back hurting, and just really, all kinds of overall pain and discomfort from being on her feet for as long as she had been, she was beginning to regret that mentality. It would have been so very nice to just spend the whole day lying on the couch, or maybe staying in bed...

Damn sense of duty and responsibility.

Rahne's eyes casually opened when she picked up on a familiar scent as it got closer to the door. Heard footsteps before they even got within grasping distance of the doorknob.

A lazy smile crossed her face as her tail swished back and forth, brushing against the legs of her chair rhythmically.
"Hullo, Martha," she said with a tip of her head.

She left no time for idle pleasantries before getting right to it. She wanted to help, she wanted to offer her assistance in the classroom.

"Ah, well. This is rather fortuitous timin', actually," Rahne said with a nod. "Here. Grab one o' the wee little chairs - they're all reinforced - an' take a seat by the desk here, aye? We'll have us a little interview if'n ye dinnae mind."

Rahne reached over to her desk, pulling open a drawer, and retrieving a little spiral notebook with pen tucked into the rings.

"As ye can probably guess, the wee rascal could decide he's ready to hop on out at any moment - er... well, I suppose it's more apt t' say muh body could decide 'tis tired o' carryin' him around... either way. 'Tis nae so long now, so... muh staff could stand another person on hand f'r when I'll nae be up here teachin' it muhself."

She opened the notebook up, sliding the pen out of the ring it was held in.
"Alright, so... ye got experience? Siblings, nieces, nephews, babysittin' jobs? Anything at all."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Having taken a seat, which evoked mild shame considering her particularly thin frame allowed for a perfect fit, the thought of conducting an interview never occurred. How many had actually applied? Unbridled excitement coupled with anxiety created a thick haze, deluding her, convincing Martha only she desired to assist, to seek permanent betterment. So she stalled.

"I'm sure you're absolutely ecstatic. Not only will you and Mr. Russell hold the darling but you'll be free from the symptoms, too. Morning sickness and irritating cravings add a sourness; in my opinion, that is." It didn't do much for formulating a contingency plan--a cache of possible answers seemed impossible to find, especially without any anticipation of the questions. Still, Martha sat upright, summoning every ounce of confidence. Perhaps that alone could influence the decision. Or maybe unchecked optimism truly was a crippling handicap.

Alright. Starting simple, even generic: everyone was asked about experience. Some lied, some twisted half-truths, and the remaining population actually offered credible information. Fortunately, she could pull several references, all honest. "Well," she started, "I can't say anything about babysitting. I never knew my extended family--for all I knew Violet, my mother (still a sore subject, and never easy to say), was an only child. And my father... I've effectively forgotten him. But I used to tutor my neighbor's children from time to time. They were only in the third grade, but hopefully it counts towards something."

She punctuated the answer with a smile, moving her hands to her lap and clasping them. "I know it might not seem like much, but considering their ages, there was some babysitting involved, I suppose. I'm sure you know how boys are, always hyperactive and spreading destruction everywhere."
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"Heh," Rahne chuckled, as Martha seemed a bit nervous, rambling about the joys and miracle of childbirth and how surely Rahne was ready. Not that she wasn't, but well. That was neither here nor now, as it was said.

"Ye dinnae need to be nervous, Martha. Ye want t' help, I'm glad t' have you on. This is just t' get to know what ye've done so far a bit better, that's all," Rahne said as she jotted down a few notes as Martha told what she had worked on in the past. It wasn't much, sure, but it was plenty enough. The way Rahne saw it, bringing people on to assist in the classroom was...

"That's good, that's good. It's a start, an' that's really all I require. Way I see it, Martha, muh job when I take on new student teachers is t' help them learn the ropes as much as it is muh job to teach the wee ones. It was how I learned back on Muir, goodness - eight years ago, I think? I started young. Buildin' on that experience ye've already got - that's gonna be very important. An' very helpful. Ye keep yuir past experiences fresh in yuir mind an' ye'll do well."

Rahne wanted to make sure Martha felt comfortable now, here in the room, with her. Because when it came to actually dealing with the kids, it could get... hairy.

"So what makes ye want t' work with the wee ones?" Rahne asked, tapping her pencil on the page idly. This question had always been interesting to her, as everyone's answer was a bit unique, a bit individualized, and revealing about them as people.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Martha Johansson
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Relief flooded her body, birthing a sigh of relief coupled with a genuine grin. From ear to ear, as some would say. All the anxiety, the tension, it dissipated in a singular moment, giving way to relaxation and confidence. While Martha's interactions with Rahne had been limited at best she considered the instructor a personal favorite. Calm, empathetic, protective: all were applicable epithets and she epitomized them to the extreme. So it was no surprise the students adored her. Admittedly, Martha was striving for the same; as a telepath some of that was easily achieved, ableit to a lesser degree, considering "empathetic" really only applied to an actual empath. But understanding the students, building a durable rapport--all it took was a thought. Yet, conversely, she wanted the same without powers. Without any psychic help; there was only so much you could take credit for without claims of "psychic interference."

"Maybe the experience is lacking, but I'm exploding with motivation. Determination. Consider me the face of those classroom posters advertising success," she jested, offering an audible chuckle, now evidently sanguine in demeanor. The intermittent glances towards desks and the opposing wall ceased, instead supplanted with the steady meeting of Rahne's gaze. Confidence. What an empowering feeling.

Martha nodded along, interjecting with a silent "wow" upon hearing eight years. "You've been at this for quite a while, Mrs. Russel. I mean, of course I remember you from when I first arrived, but eight years? Clearly I came to the right person." Sure, others boasted double digits, but they were also busy anticipating the next global disaster, and that sort of distraction couldn't really allot time for an apprenticeship. "Hopefully one day I'll have a classroom of my own."

Then, the imperative question. Yes, just as generic as experience, but in this context, it superseded all others. Why did she want this? For what reason? The answer was simple enough: to help, obviously. But it took a lot more than wanting to help; she'd wanted to help during the Apocalypse, during the Purifiers--but all she could do was implant a psionic calmness. And yet, that was the reason. Everything she had achieved in these five years stemmed from the children. Granted, the Legacy Squad played an important role, especially in terms of power development, and Martha would continue to remain a part of it, but her desires also couldn't be dismissed. Would she help in the battlefield? Of course! Already her telepathy had advanced, allowing for amazing feats once considered unbelievable. But, again, the classroom was Martha's abode.

"Well," she started, "before the Apocalypse, I considered all mutations a curse, a disease. That we as a population were the bane of humanity. And then, as the sky was falling, the other students, especially the youngsters, were frightened beyond measure. Their thoughts were invaded with frightening imaginings: death, destruction, pain. It all reached me. So I stopped it--or at least I tried to. Nonetheless, it worked; those in the vicinity relaxed. Because of me." Martha paused for a moment of reminisce and a small smile played out on her lips. "That's when I knew I wanted to help. I wanted to spread that calmness without any telepathy. I wanted... I wanted to provide a family. A haven for mutants just coming into their powers and subsequently were shunned by their loved ones. It happened to me, and it continues. Enough is enough. And it starts with the students."
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"Well, good. Ye'll need as much motivation as ye can get, I'll admit," Rahne chuckled, shaking her head. "They can be tough, a lot t' handle, so ye've really got t' want to be involved. An' ye've gotta be firm, know when t' be tough, know when they need someone t' be gentle an' supportive. 'Tis tricky."

She shook her head, letting a light chuckle out as Martha expressed some amazement at her level of experience.
"Well, t' be entirely fair, I was still rather young when I started. So dinnae ye be gettin' any ideas now. I was nine when I first changed. An' da was a monster. Long story short, I had plenty o' reason t' want t' see mutant kids get a better deal than I had. So... "

She shook her head again, sighing slightly.
"Sorry. I'll cut the sob story right out 'fore it gets too deep," she said with a chuckle. "I'm glad ye've come t' yuir sense, then. I know a thing 'r two about seein' yuirself an' those like you in a bad light. An' I'm glad t' have ye on my side here. Ye want t' help, so that means ye've got plenty to offer."

Rahne set the notebook down on the desk and leaned forward a little bit, though really wasn't able to get too much out of it.
"Now the unfortunate thing is obviously, I may nae have too much time t' train ye, clearly - so I'm gonna have to rely on the rest o' the team t' bring ye up to speed in case of - well - baby. So... I'd like ye to get in touch with Megan Gwynn - I'm sure ye know her. Pink hair, butterfly wings - hard t' miss, really. Ye'll also want t' speak with Doreen Green. She's rather hard t' miss as well. Lucan Voss too - and sometimes Billy Kaplan, when he's nae out training in the mystic arts or whatever it is ye'd like t' call it. I'd like ye t' get to know the rest of the team, an' they'll surely help ye out with anything ye'd possibly need."

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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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She nodded along with pursed lips, considering how foreign the concept of berating students would be. Not that she styled herself as a pushover. But such passion for those children provided a weakness and it required immediate remediation, especially if pursuing a teaching position was the goal. The idea of preemptively adopting a strict demeanor was briefly considered but it served only to elicit a silent laugh, with a mental image of Martha all huffy and flushed causing her to stifle another, albeit nearly verbalized, giggle. "Whether they're in need of a hug or scolding, you can depend on my capabilities, Mrs. Russel."

Nine? Many mutants, she'd been told, manifested their powers with puberty, the rush of hormones and personal difficulties stimulating activation of the genetic differences. "Nine... isn't that a bit young? I mean, so many were first introduced to mutations with the onset of puberty, but nine--it's surprising. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been. On top of it all, yours isn't exactly subtle, and I doubt any parents wholeheartedly accept lupine children. Still, like others, your story, Mrs. Russel, serves as inspiration for other mutants. Like me. Like these students. It lets us know there is, in fact, light at the end of every goddamn tunnel." Martha didn't suppress the ensuing grin and adopted an increasingly comfortable attitude, keeping an appropriate balance with professionalism all the while.

The grin was downplayed into a soft smile but nodding continued. Thoughts of a potential outcome from staying with her family were less frequent, yet Martha knew every scenario only brought absolute negativity. Something she'd always feared was losing to her mother and consequently joining the Brotherhood; it was inevitable, really, given the circumstances. That or refusing to accept the telepathy, though she assumed the latter would drive her insane. Literally.

"Yes, Megan; pink-haired girl with wings. She was at the baby shower, wasn't she? Lucan too, I think, though I'll admit to having had very little interaction with him. He appears to be a rather quiet individual." Doreen, of course, she already knew. A fellow Legacy Squad member, the girl's squirrels were a personal favorite and Martha would occasionally find herself envious of such an entertaining gift. How many could boast squirrels as companions? Full-fledged companions, too. More than pets. "I don't mean to put you in a difficult position, but who would you suggest I speak with first? Considering Billy's now part of the faculty he seems like an obvious choice but availability, of course, is a big factor."
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"It can be tough, I cannae deny that," Rahne said with a chuckle, reading Martha's sour facial expression. "But not always. Sometimes, a wee one'll do something rather unbecoming of an upstandin' citizen,or simply unpleasant in general, an' before ye know it, ye'll be givin' 'em the business, so to speak."

Rahne shrugged her shoulders, and in the same motion shook her head.
"Then again, mebbe it comes a wee bit easier t' me since I can rather easily get snarly an' scary should I choose it - er..."

She glanced down at herself for a moment. Lately, she surely wasn't choosing it. A few months after this whole thing began, she started to lose conscious control over her shifting in small bits and pieces. At first it was the ears, then it was the eyes, then the fingers and toes... before too long the slightest provocation would cause a shift whether she wanted one or not.

Only now, that she had decided to stop trying to be human and simply maintain her half-wolf form did she find any equilibrium. No more odd shifts, no more unconscious transformations. So for now, she'd stay this way.

"Aye, I was an early bloomer. Or... well, I'm really only barely beginnin' t' learn about muh lineage, so maybe I was technically a late bloomer. Things get a touch complicated. An' one thing I think we're all learnin' about mutation is that there really is no one hard-an-fast rule. Nothin' so definitive. Just general guidelines that sometimes hold true."

Rahne smiled, nodding her head.
"Well, honestly, I'd say 'tis wholly up t' you, but if I was makin' suggestions, Megan's easy t' speak with. As is Doreen. I'd say they're good startin' points."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Adaptability was the key; one needed fluidity in their character, the ability of assuming different personas with each circumstance. A friend when sorrow struck, a leader when chaos began to form, a teacher when questions filled tiny minds--it took practice, experience. Both of which Mrs. Russel offered in bulk. Part of Martha regretted not introducing herself earlier; she could have already been assisting and on the path to becoming a bigger part of Xavier's.

"We've all got a wild child," she jested, chuckling at her slip. "Some are just more literal than others." Martha took a moment to subtly examine her current situation, pondering the notion of the child emerging as a full wolf. It was impossible, yes, but it was entertaining nonetheless. Like how she'd imagined her own progeny as possessing a startlingly large brain threatening to pop the poor child's head. Or Logan's holding a bottomless keg. "I'm guessing your impatiently awaiting the opportunity to shift back. Going about half and half seems both comfortable and uncomfortable, though it probably does wonders for winning arguments."

The concept of mutant heritage was rather fascinating. Mutant children weren't always derived from mutant parents. There were countless members of the mutant community who came from "baseline" families, completely oblivious to their potential for producing amazing individuals. Though the term "amazing" was rather subjective, it seemed. "Do you know if your parents were also mutants? No, never mind, forget I asked that. Digging up pasts should always be a personal decision." And Martha could attest to that. While speaking of life pre-Xavier's wasn't difficult it also didn't produce a neutral reaction; she wasn't indifferent, she was furious, or she had been. Anger still existed but it was lessened. Enough for her to live among a new family without being interrupted by bursts of repressed resentment.

"Meggan or Doreen, got it." She could easily get a hold of Doreen, so perhaps a brief visit afterwards could be organized. "So... I got the job?" Her toothy grin relayed just how excited Martha actually was; after all, wasn't that how one felt upon realizing their dream?

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"Heh, well, honestly? Complicated answer. I'm mentally more comfortable like this. Emotions dinnae get so mixed up an' complicated. What I do an' dinnae want t' do is nae so hard to figure out. I dinnae find muhself in moral quandaries. Right an' wrong are just easier t' figure out. So honestly... I'm nae so sure I even want t' go back. I mean, I suppose I'll have to at some point, but..."

Rahne trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. It was neither here nor there, as the saying went. She was fairly certain she knew what her boy was going to be like when he was born. She'd seen the ultrasound, the way he looked. Unless he somehow developed shape changing talents within the womb, he was going to come out a fairly obvious werewolf. Could she bring herself to be different from her son, when he most likely wasn't going to have a choice in the matter?

"Well, I've very recently met muh biological mum, ye might remember her. She was the... other werewolf at the party that day? Still tryin' t' figure out where I fit in with all o' that. 'Tis an odd feeling to find out one day that ye're not only nae so terribly unique among yuir family, but ye're also descended directly from... druidic pagan werewolves..." she shrugged her shoulders. Her life was just another strange mutant life, she supposed.

"Aye, ye've got the job. I'm glad t' have ye. I hardly believe ye'll be problematic or difficult t' work with, an' I've no reason to mistrust ye in regards to the safety an' well-being of muh students. I'm just sorry ye'll have t' be put on the spot so soon, but I trust ye'll do well."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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"Do you think it'll be easier on the baby?" she inquired, "especially considering both you and Mr. Russel are... lychanthropic? Is that the correct term? Anyway, he's bound to inherit the obvious, right? Not that here of all places he'll be judged, but I guess the kids with physical mutations don't always have it easy." There were understatements and there were lies, which this most certainly was. Of course the physically mutated didn't have it easy. Already this world suffered from abuse due to race and gender; adding gills or fur or a strange tint to the skin only asked for more unprovoked violence, and as much as Martha wanted to help, she was already comfortable with admitting some things just wouldn't change. Unless, of course, humanity decided to surprise mutants everywhere. Waking up to news of equality finally being achieved had always been a fantasy, admittedly, but putting hope into a fantasy never accomplished anything.

What if she had been born with an extra set of eyes or ubiquitously protruding wings? It was a valid question -- already as a telepath she was stigmatized, assumed to disrespect boundaries and toy with information no one wanted aired. And with the development of telepathic possession... those around her weren't spouting words of idiocy, but it felt uncomfortable to see how others looked at her, as if she was always inside their heads, poking and prodding and deconstructing their brains. Yet, many didn't consider the alternative; maybe it was just as hard for her, maybe having to tolerate all that incessant mental babbling was a real pain in the ass and she was two thoughts of Justin Beiber away from a straightjacket. Then again, when one's powers worked radially, not differentiating between friend or foe, it was natural to hold onto some skepticism. Especially if someone had the potential to suppress mutations in dire consequences. Martha took a moment to inwardly berate herself for siding with the opposition -- the idea here was to help herself, not nail herself to a cross and welcome the flogging.

Martha tilted her head slightly, recalling the baby shower to remember who Mrs. Russel was talking of, finally imagining the correct face with the mention of 'werewolf.' "Oh, yes, her! Oh... did your father know about the... no, never mind. I'm sorry, that's not my business." There were things one talked about and others that weren't shared, and wherever this fell Martha respected the decision, but for now it found itself under the not shared list. And then came druidic pagan werewolves and Martha's hand immediately flew to cover an impulsive laugh. "I'm sorry, that's rude, isn't it. It's just... imagining you... all furry and in robes..." She laughed again, this time louder, eventually forfeiting any attempts at decency and letting it all out. Now that was an image worth painting.

Laughter soon turned into a small squeal and she didn't bother acknowledging how stupid it was. "Oh thank you, Mrs. Russel! Thank you, thank you so much. You won't be disappointed, I promise!" Not even the rambling could stop her, and Martha pressed on. "There's no problem with starting immediately. Really, I can't wait!"
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"I certainly hope it will," Rahne said with a glance downward at her belly. She knew what the baby was like in there. She'd seen the ultrasounds, she knew full well what to expect. But she and Jack had made the decision to keep that announcement under wraps for a bit, so she'd have to pick her words carefully at this point. "The baby is definitely... well, no mincin' words, the baby's already mutated. I've seen it. An' part of me worries about that. Outside these walls, outside this campus, I worry. In here, no problem. This is possibly the best place in the world for my baby. But out there? I worry."

The world was not always kind to people who looked different. She and Jack had the good fortune of being able to choose how different they looked (usually), but for all she knew, their baby would not. What if a double dose of werewolf genes made him unable to change form? What if he just was what he was and that was that? She didn't know. And she found she did not want her child to suffer the cruelties of the world.

"No, he didn't. Likely still doesn't, an' he can damn well stay ignorant f'r all I care," she said with a slight huff, her upper lip subconsciously curling into a snarl. As far as she was concerned, Reverend Craig had no need to know about anything she was doing anymore. No need to know about her marriage, her child, her biological mother, none of it. He could just stay where he was and that would be that.

"Heh, right, robes," Rahne chuckled, shaking her head. That wouldn't have been how it was, but no sense elaborating on that.

"I'm glad t' have ye, Martha. You can feel free t' sit in on the next class period, get a feel f'r how we run things, get acclimated to the kids. It may not be me runnin' the class, as honestly, I look an' feel like I could burst at any moment, but I'll let the others know anyway just t' make sure ye're all clear an' there's no confusion."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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She'd already insinuated a prenatal mutation but hearing it established a wonderment Martha couldn't contain. "You mean... in the ultrasound? Like, the whole nine yards? Fur and ears and everything? That's... well, that's amazing!" Once again, she dove into a more philosophical approach; there were of course mothers birthing already mutated children, but how many cases were actually reported? How many allowed themselves the opportunity to provide normal, ordinary love to a child really no different than anyone else? Granted, there were genetic differences, but wasn't that the same with height or weight or skin color? Other genes depended on dominant alleles but these aspects required the cooperation of multiple genes, and just one alteration resulted in an entirely separate outcome. So what was the difference here, really.

Nothing.

"This world's so busy shaming those 'too different,' yet it altogether avoids the 'normals' with even greater 'flaws'; just look at murderers and thieves. Compare a mutant criminal to a human criminal and everyone's screaming death sentences at the former, claiming it's no one's fault but theirs." Martha paused, momentarily glancing toward her companion's enlarged belly. "Sorry if that was a bit too much. Sometimes I get incessantly passionate." Not that there was such a thing as "incessant passion" -- if you believed in something, you never backed down, even when the end was inevitable. You forgot every possible definition of defeat, instead replacing it with words of victory. But she kept the apology anyway.

Mrs. Russell clearly expressed her contempt and it admittedly ignited a warm feeling inside the telepath. This wasn't regret; this was anger, the kind of anger that was justified because of, as she stated, complete ignorance. When she saw students wallowing it brought a particular disgust. Not one towards them, but towards the parents who voluntarily disowned their children because they were too ignorant. Martha's own disowning arose from more than her mutation but she knew that played an important role. After all, Violet had accused her of trying to murder the entire Johansson family after her telepathy manifested. And an insignificantly small part of her wanted the woman to see her now, to witness what Düppel could actually do.

She nodded along with Mrs. Russel's suggestion, speaking once she was finished. "Alright, sounds good. Would you prefer I watch or interact? Just so I'm not interfering in things I shouldn't be. Oh, and before I forget, Doreen, Megan, and Lucan -- best people to talk to, yes?"
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