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The Next Chapter; Open
Topic Started: May 13 2014, 04:30 PM (472 Views)
Joshua Black
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Time: 8:20 am
Date: May 7th



"Almost there." Drake said to himself as he rounded the corner onto Graymalkin Lane. The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was down the street. As the young man approached the school it began to coming into view. "Wow." was the only thing Drake could manage to say as the sight began to infiltrate his vision. He had seen the place many time on TV over the years, hell he may have ever drove by a time or two, but seeing it in person was something entirely different.

Drake continued driving as the gates to the institute were fastly approaching. Drake's mind began filling with questions, What's it like inside? Who runs things? Can I just walk in? Do they have room for another adult? Will they accept me? Will they make fun of me? Can they even help me? Finally he was at the gates and the view was truly breath taking. From where Drake was he could already see many people outside of varying genders and ages. "Amazing." Drake said as he looked inside, he opened his door and stepped out of the vehicle to get a better look inside the grounds.

The gates were shut and Drake didn't want to try and brake his way in, so he stood outside wondering how he was going to get the attention of someone inside. "The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters." Drake chuckled after reading the name posted outside. "Youngsters, I see way more than youngsters inside, they should rename it to The Xavier School for the Gifted." After his remark he stood there silent for a few seconds wondering to himself what he should do, Just call out, he thought to himself but he just couldn't do that. His mind began racing with thousands of things that would happen if he called out, but none of them were realistic it's not like he was going to get shot on the spot or ostracized so after a while of standing there arguing with himself he finally decided to take action. "Umm... excuse me?! Someone?! Anyone?!" He called out and hoped that someone would hear him and come greet him.
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Ahh, a blessed day off.

As much as Dallas loved his job, it was nice to take a break. It felt to him like he'd been working solidly for weeks but that wasn't true at all, of course. He was just a little worn out. His last day off, almost a week ago, had been a literal disaster, a traumatic and exhausting experience which had left him feeling pretty drained and slogging his way through the following daily shifts in the kitchen quietly and, truth be told, a little grumpily. This day off was a much needed opportunity to get himself back onto an even keel.

It might be expected, then, that he'd be taking the time to kick back and relax today, put his feet up with a cold beer and plant himself in front of daytime TV, or seek out some like-minded friends for a lazy day of pigging out and jollity, but while both those things were highly appealing to the shadowy mutant, he'd opted to use his time more constructively instead. That was why he was out on the school grounds this morning, jogging at what felt to him like a steady pace but was actually, thanks to his mutation and the enhanced speed which came along with it, fast enough to make him blurry at a casual glance. Every day for Dallas started with a run, to get his blood pumping and to clear his mind, and later he had a few training sessions of various types scheduled. Chilling out would have to wait until the evening. Dallas Gibson had his heart set on becoming an X-Man and that wasn't going to happen if he didn't put in the many hours of hard work required. As long as he got to zone out a little tonight and grabbed an early night, he'd be fine.

Dallas had been jogging for around half an hour, and he was growing aware that he'd need to take a break soon. He was merged with his shadow, as he always was on his morning run, and the darker impulses held within it had started to leak into his psyche, familiarly violent fantasies playing across his mind's eye, aggressive urges making his muscles taut and tense. He was in no danger of losing control yet but Specter knew the early warning signs and saw no reason to test his limits. He'd finish this lap and then take a break, find somewhere nice to sit and catch his breath. It wasn't difficult to find picturesque spots on this land.

Before he could do so, however, he heard a voice calling out, seeking attention. Shadow-coated eyes flicked up, glancing in the direction of the main gates and spotting a stranger on the other side of them, presumably seeking access. Dallas altered course and streaked in the man's direction. He wasn't concerned about using his powers in front of someone he didn't know. There were plenty of places in the world where mutants had to hide but Xavier's would never be one of them. Still merged with the shadow, his entire body covered in almost solid black, Dallas slowed as he reached the man. Now that he was closer, he was certain that he didn't know him, this guy hadn't just gotten locked out or anything. He did have extraordinary eyes though, something which Dallas took to mean he was a fellow mutant. That didn't mean he wasn't a threat, though. Coming to a halt a few steps from the gate, Dallas disengaged the merge with his shadow, allowing it to slither away from his skin and down his body, revealing the regular looking (if a little sweaty) man beneath. He kept the silhouette wrapped around his legs though, ready to re-merge instantly if it became clear he needed to defend himself and the school.

"Hey there," he greeted, a polite smile on his lips, though it lacked any real warmth. Despite the nature of his mutation, Dallas was actually a sunny guy normally, but he wasn't going to welcome this stranger with open arms until he was certain he posed no danger. "Can I help you with anything?"
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Joshua Black
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Drake kept his attention forward scanning the school grounds looking for anyone who might have heard him. He saw many people scattered throughout the area all doing different things. One man quickly caught Drake's eye when the man's shadow began to engulf him as he jogged.

"That's interesting." Drake said to himself as he observed the man who came to a stop. The man turned in Drake's direction and began walking towards the gates. Finally, someone heard me. Drake thought to himself as the man approached who then slowed his pace before coming to a complete halt. When the man's shadow began to retreat Drake was astonished as how normal the man looked, then he spoke to Drake.

" I hope so, I'm a mutant." Drake paused and took a second to think over how to continue his sentence, just what was it that Drake was hoping to accomplish by coming here? "I've come here hoping to find people who can help me." Then Drake's mind began racing, only able to reach for those destructive thoughts Do they even accept older people? How can they help me with my powers if I don't even know what I can do? Before Drake noticed a couple seconds of silence had passed.

"Sorry about that. My mind kinda just exploded and couldn't stop thinking. My name is Drake by the way, I've heard about this place a sanctuary for mutants they call it. It sounds great. I was hoping that I might be able to speak to someone in charge, see if I might be able to get accepted as a student or anything really, I'd even take a janitor position." Drake stopped to take a breath, he looked at the man who came to him and wondered if this guy could even help him. Silence dropped once more, Drake sat there pondering what he should do next. Should he continue speaking or wait for a response?
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Dallas could feel his attitude softening as he listened to the stranger explain himself. He was trying to maintain a cool distance from the situation and, indeed, continued to keep his shadow close, just in case he needed to act. For all he knew, this guy was a threat to the school, spinning him a sob story to trick him into letting his guard down before striking. Dallas stood ready to defend this building and the community within at a moment's notice.

But the look in this guy's eyes was generating some powerful feelings of sympathy in Dallas's stomach. People showing up unexpectedly at the gates in search of sanctuary didn't actually happen all that often, as far as he knew. The X-Men were pretty pro-active in reaching out to young mutants in need, it seemed less common for others to approach them. They'd all been in this man's shoes though. Every single person in the school had, at some point or another, been in dire straits, in need of someone to take them under their wing and tell them everything would be okay. If this man had found himself in such a position, the school would be there for him.

But not until they were sure he wasn't going to blow them up.

"I'm Dallas. Nice to meet you, Drake," he offered softly, allowing a genuine smile to reach his lips. He chose not to take a step forward to shake his hand though. Probably wise to keep a little distance between them until he had some back-up. "Don't worry. For people like us, there's no better place in the world than right here. You'll be safe here." Actually, that wasn't strictly true. Trouble had a way of showing up on their doorstep. Still, he'd be better off here than out in the big bad world. At least here, he had a sizable team of highly trained superheroes to protect him.

One of Dallas's hands rummaged in his pocket, pulling out a cellphone. "I can't just let you in though. No offense meant," he added hastily. "But this is a school. We have to put the safety of the kids above anything else." He began scrolling through his contacts list as he talked to Drake. "I work here but I'm pretty low on the totem pole. I'm going to call someone more senior and ask them to come have a talk with you, okay?"

He turned away, though only to the side, keeping Drake at the edge of his field of vision, as he lifted the phone to his ear. "Terry? Hey, it's me. Listen, do you have some time to spare?" he asked, his voice low and business-like as he spoke into the phone. It was probably already clear to the person on the other end that he wasn't calling for a chitchat. "I'm out at the main gates. I've got a guy here, says he's a mutant and he's asking for sanctuary. Yeah... yep, that's right..." The conversation continued a little longer, Dallas taking the time to answer any of the questions Siryn might have about the situation, before saying goodbye and killing the call.

He looked back to Drake and offered him a smile which he hoped would be reassuring, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "Okay, somebody'll be along in a second. Shouldn't take long." If this guy was genuine, and at this point Dallas had no reason to think otherwise, then he might find the wait a little uncomfortable, so the shadowy mutant decided to distract him with some small talk. "So, have you had a long journey to get here? Or are you a local?"
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Joshua Black
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Drake watched and listened to Dallas intently, as Dallas spoke Drake began to fidget nervously but before long he had calmed down. Dallas continued to speak and Drake couldn't find any reason to argue with him, he didn't want to argue with him.

"I understand, the safety of the children should be priority number one, I can wait till your friend arrives." Drake replied then he went silent as Dallas made his phone call.

Maybe I should have thought of another way to contact the school? I hope they don't think I'm a threat. Drake thought which began to make Drake nervous again. He waited patiently for Dallas to end his phone call while trying hard to regain his courage. They couldn't possibly think I'm a threat, I'm a human heating system. The thought caused Drake to chuckle to himself shortly before Dallas ended his conversation, then he turned to face Drake.

When Dallas told Drake that someone was on their way Drake couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. Then Drake heard the question.

"I've been living in New York since the late nineties." Drake replied then he took a moment to remember some of his past events. "Honestly I'm surprised that I've been able to keep my powers a secret out there, only a handful of people know about my powers." Drake confided in the stranger. "I can control temperature."
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Drake's understanding was appreciated and helped to put Dallas at ease. Somewhat. He wouldn't allow himself to relax entirely until Terry, or whoever Terry sent, had checked this guy out and given him the all clear.

The whole thing felt weird for Dallas though. Alien, in fact. This kind of cool detachment wasn't an approach he ever employed when meeting somebody new. He was a cheery, chatty, everyone's-my-friend type of guy, so keeping his distance from the stranger at the gate and maintaining an air of neutrality felt particularly strange. It certainly didn't come naturally. The circumstances demanded it though. This school had been burnt before. Indeed, the man who blew the place to kingdom come a couple of years back had been invited in freely. Specter was ready and willing to kick this guy's backside all the way to Mutant Town to keep such a thing from happening again.

Increasingly, though, it was becoming clear to him that poor old Drake wasn't a prophet of doom or a Brotherhood spy or a wannabe Purifier kitted up with a suicide bomb. He was just a young man in need of help, of protection, of family. Exactly the sort of person the school existed for.

The man with unusual eyes admitted that he'd never been out and proud as a mutant, and Dallas couldn't say he blamed him for that. Both times his own identity had been exposed back home, the consequences had been dire. Hopefully, this guy had avoided such problems. When Drake revealed that he was a temperature controller, Dallas responded with a smile, though it remained a little guarded. "Temperature, huh? That's cool." All mutant powers were cool to Dallas, he'd never stopped being awed by the variety of badass things his fellow mutants could do. "The guys here have plenty of experience with a powerset like yours so if you're looking to get some training, or help with control, I'm sure they'll be able to do that for you." If they could find ways to teach people like Ros Sampson and Zoe Beals with their unique mutations, Drake should have no worries.

He glanced down at his torso, allowing his shadow to ripple across the folds of his clothes. "I guess you've already seen what I can do." He lifted his gaze back up to rest on the man. "You're gonna see way crazier things than my shadow here though. There's a guy walking around here made of rocks, a little boy with a turtle shell, a woman who turns into lava. Our headmaster has wings, and he's not the only one. This place'll blow your mind." Despite his best intentions, his smile had grown both warm and a little wistful as he spoke about the denizens of Xavier's. He couldn't help himself. He even allowed himself a glance back at the building he was talking about. "And I love it for that."

Dallas drew in a breath, realising he'd allowed his affection for the community here to lower his defenses a little, and forced himself to straighten his back and adopt a more business-like demeanour. "So, while we're waiting, I can try to answer any questions you might have about us. Is there anything you're not clear on, anything you're worried about...?"
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Siryn had barely finished checking her emails when she’d gotten the call from Dallas, and her breakfast was half eaten upon a plate beside her computer. At least it was only a bagel and an apple, so not about to go cold on her. Leaving it, she picked up her comm device and patched a call to Warren, informing him of the new arrival, who apparently didn’t know how to work the intercom button that was on the gate. Ah well, it happened. Maybe she should get someone to make a better sign.

Pausing at the door, Terry grabbed her green and yellow jacket that had built in glider wings. It was extremely unlikely she’d even need them, but it fit comfortably over her grey fitted dress as it was still a little chilly in the mornings. Checking her watch as she walked out of the main doors, she felt reassured; it would be hours before Warren needed her for a meeting in the city. That at least meant she had flats on, as she was not feeling walking around in heels all day. Even though the walk down to the gates wasn’t the longest, it was something of a relief to make it in flats.

Brushing her hair out of her sea coloured eyes, Theresa offered the stranger a smile through the gates. “Good morning, my name’s Theresa Cassidy and I’m assistant to the acting Headmaster of Xavier’s,” her tone was light but professional, full of the Irish lilt that according to various studies and surveys, was an incredibly popular accent and therefore somewhat reassuring. She also gave herself the title of Warren’s assistant as it sounded better than ‘the chick who pushes papers around the school office and yells at people out of the hall window’.

Stepping to the side, Terry flipped up a panel, punched in a number and cleared the security codes to open up the gate. She joined them outside and smiled again. “Sorry for the security, but if you’re here lookin for safety then I think you can appreciate our caution.” Reaching back, Siryn held the gate for them. “I think we can take this inside though and go through all the necessities in the office, Mister…?” It still felt pretty weird, being an authority figure, especially when she was still one of the younger X-men. The guy was probably older than her, although such a thing did not alter the fact if he wanted help, he had come to the right place.

Glancing over at Dallas (and the shadow of course), the redhead gave her friend a grin and inclined her head to note that he could come along with them if he wanted to. Plus he might see her pitiful rejected bagel and make her something better once they’d finished up with the new guy. “Mr Worthington, the acting head, will be down to see you soon. Coffee? Tea?” She had both in her office, although she was more loathe to part with the tea as it had been a while since she had gone to the city to stock up on the specific brand of tea she favoured from home, even though it reminded her of Tom. There were a ton of questions forming in her head, but she was waiting until they had gotten inside before asking. It was only polite after all.
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While Dallas spoke to Drake he spent time time listening and looking around the grounds at the people he could see, most of them were using their powers out in the open. This is incredible, I've never seen so much diversity. Drake thought to himself.

As time passed and the two men spent time conversing Drake's fears and worries had long since left, no longer was his mind thinking those thoughts that most commonly invaded Drake's psyche. Things are going so well. Before long I'll be among them. Drake thought, then his mind began to picture the days ahead of him as he learned to better use his powers and for the first time in as long as he can remember Drake actually smiled.

Drake finally caught up with his wondering mind and managed to think of a question. "There are so many people here, are all of them mutants?" The question was brought on by Dallas's explanation of the various denizens of the mansion.

Off in the distance Drake noticed a woman approaching. When she go to the gate she introduced herself and after she opened the gate and joined the men, and asked Drake's name.

"Joshua Black, but please call me Drake." Drake responded, saying his birth name soured his mood a little as it brought back memories of his biological father.

Theresa kept speaking to Drake which made him quickly forget about his past and brightened his mood up.

"Mr. Worthington?" Drake wondered aloud at the mention the name. After Drake's outburst he realized that he had been offered a drink. "I'm not really a coffee or tea guy, by chance are there any sodas?" Drake responded.

While the group headed towards the building Drake took time to look around the grounds at all the people and activities. The depression that Drake had lived most of his life in was going to disappear, Drake knew it would take time but he could tell that this place was more than a school, it was a home. Although he hadn't been accepted yet he could just feel the atmosphere the school presented. The past was over for Joshua Black, he was leaving his fears behind, all that remained was his future and it all started at the school.
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Dallas lightly crossed his arms across his chest as he watched the stranger's gaze sweeping over the mansion and its beautifully kept grounds. The guy seemed far more at ease now, a smile even touching his lips, and Dallas was glad to see it. Visiting this building for the very first time was an intimidating experience. He could remember the first time he'd seen the school looming into view as he made his way up that well-traveled drive, how huge it all seemed. It wasn't just the physicality of the place, which was awe-inspiring in itself, but it was what it represented. Hope, community, safety. A future. It was nice to see those flames of optimism being lit in someone else's eyes.

Drake asked him if everybody here was a mutant, to which Dallas offered a gentle nod. "Pretty much. Actually, I think there might be a couple of staff members who are regular humans, now that you mention it." He hadn't really considered it before. There were plenty of mutants who could pass as human, himself included, and Dallas realised now that he just assumed everyone he saw within the walls of the school was a mutant like him, even if appearances suggested otherwise. But it made sense to him that a few positions here might be filled by baseline humans. Xavier's message was one of peaceful coexistence so why shouldn't humans work side-by-side with their mutant kin at the epicenter of that dream?

"But yeah, in general, you'll be surrounded by other mutants here. Certainly all the students, all the X-Men, the vast majority of the teachers and catering staff and cleaners and so on. That's one of the things which makes this place so special," he explained with a smile. "You'll never have to hide who you are, not here. Not many places in the world can make that claim." Maybe only Sanctuary, and he certainly wasn't going to suggest Drake go there. "That's why we work so hard to protect it."

As he was talking, he heard movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see Theresa Cassidy approaching. He grinned at the sight of her, and felt his shadow perk up at the presence of its favourite person. As he turned back to face Drake, though, Dallas reset his expression into one of neutrality, attempting an air of professionalism as Terry spoke to the new arrival. He was feeling much better now that she was here. This situation was above Dallas's pay grade and he'd been concerned about screwing it up, either endangering the school or alienating this vulnerable man. Siryn was on the scene now though, so all would be well. She was already handling the whole thing as smoothly as he'd known she would. Not for the first time, he was struck by just how much she'd changed since the day they'd first met. He really had no right to feel proud of her because she'd done all this herself with no help from him, but he did all the same.

Terry offered him silent permission to tag along with them, and Dallas was pleased about that. He didn't really like the thought of leaving her alone with a stranger. Not that she had anything to worry about. He strongly suspected she could kick both their behinds with her hands tied behind her back. All she had to do was scream. Still, at least he wouldn't fret if he could see with his own eyes that everything was okay, and maybe it'd help to keep Drake relaxed if he stuck around.

Once they were back in Terry's office, Dallas's gaze immediately fell upon her dejected bagel. He had some kind of radar sense when it came to food, certainly it was never far from his mind. Maybe it was a secondary mutation. He eyed the bagel disapprovingly for a moment, which could only mean that Terry was going to be gifted with a far heartier breakfast as soon as Dallas had an opportunity to visit the kitchen. That mental note made, he stepped to the side to find himself a seat, planning to stay quiet for a while so that Terry could find out what she needed to know from Drake.
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Making a mental note of the real name that he didn’t want to be called, Siryn filed the information away. Then she blinked as he asked who Warren was. Well, maybe he just wasn’t a big fan of current affairs… “Warren Worthington, he’s currently in charge here right now while Scott Summers is attending to...personal business,” Terry had no doubt that Cyclops would be back, it was just a case of when he would return. “You’ve probably seen him on the news sometime,” the Irish girl added, hoping that it might ring a bell, as Archangel was pretty well known in the media.

As they entered the building and headed into her office, she shook her head, red hair tumbling over her shoulders. “No soda, I’m afraid. I got juice or water,” Theresa gestured to the water cooler in one corner and the small mini fridge beside it that kept milk, snacks and juice inside. She had tried to cut down on soda as it wasn’t really good for her throat, nor did it install a professional image for anyone who came in and saw a half drunk can of Dr Pepper threatening to tip over her desk. Plus, soda so early? She was dying to know what Dallas made of that. Maybe it would distract him from her bagel. Keeping the blind down for the interior window, she noted that her friend had stayed put instead of going about his day.

“So,” pushing a few chairs around so they all had somewhere to sit, Siryn settled down. “What brings you up here, to the school?” There was a very obvious answer to that question, but she was not interested in the obvious and more what might have happened to bring him here in a more practical manner. Warren would probably want to know facts when he arrived, something that he could work on in terms of settling the man into life at the school. He was a little old to be a student, not that age was grounds for turning people away, but it was a little more unusual for adults to come and ask for help, rather than finding their feet in Mutant Town or seeking out X-Factor or anyone else who repped people like them.

Reaching for a tablet, she started to scan it to see if there were any free rooms for newcomers...Provided of course he met all the necessary security checks in terms of being allowed to stay. She didn’t want to doubt him at all, but too many bad things had happened to the X-men over the years which meant they had to be a little bit careful. “Were you living in the city previously?” she added the question, just in case, trying to formulate as much of a picture as possible.
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Drake thought for a moment weather or not he had heard of Warren Worthington on the news or online before, the name sounded familiar but the average civilian only knew the X-Men by their codenames, if they recognized them at all.

No soda. The thought ran through Drakes mind the moment she told him that she had none, it made Drake sigh, soda had become so frequent to Drake that it didn't seem odd to drink one at any time of the day he never even thought of anything else. Water or juice? Drake questioned in his mind which he should take. Before long he walked over to the water cooler and got himself a small glass of it and drank it, it made him make a sound of disgust but he finished the glass.

Theresa's question brought Drake outta his disgust for water. Drake looked at her then he began to think about the question How should I answer the question? Why lie, I'll just tell them the truth.

"I want to learn how to use my powers to help people. I've sat back and acted like a civilian for so long when I could have used my gift to help people." Drake went silent for a second "I just wish I would have realized it sooner." Drake sighed recalling what he did in 2009.

"The city... yeah, I've lived in the city since '99." Drake replied "Before that I lived in Newark, with my real parents, then my power manifested..." Drake stopped his sentence feeling his words becoming less calm as the memory of his father began to sour his mood. "But, I don't wanna talk about them, they just piss me off, and I don't wanna be angry." Drake forced a smile that made him look odd against his obvious bad mood.
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Judging from the expression on his face, Drake didn't seem to be familiar with their angelic boss even after Terry's explanation, so Dallas offered him a smile. "Remember the headmaster with wings I mentioned?" he asked, flapping his hands in the air for a moment before abruptly stopping when he realised that waggling his hands like a bird was an excellent way of making himself look like a complete dork. On the wall beside him, his shadow just looked at Terry and shook his head in embarrassment. "You'll, uh, you'll probably recognise him when you see him. He's a pretty memorable guy."

Drake's obvious reluctance to switch from soda to something less tooth-rotting was noted by the shadowy mutant. Soda so early in the morning was a terrible habit to get into, one which Dallas fully intended to help Drake to correct if the guy ended up staying with them at the school. Every time he rocked up to breakfast, Dallas would present him with a healthier alternative. And if his choice of beverage was this bad, what was the rest of his diet like? The poor guy had doomed himself to weeks of Dallas's special culinary attention now. He'd be lucky if he saw anything more appetising than a lettuce leaf this side of Christmas.

When the new arrival was clearly grossed out by his cup of inoffensive water, Dallas failed to prevent a smile from touching his lips. He quickly reset his expression to something more neutral though, inwardly admonishing himself for judging the young man. For all he knew, Drake's mutation could have left him with an aversion to simple water. Dallas spent plenty of time every day catering to mutants with unique dietary requirements so he understood these things could happen. It struck him as more likely that Drake's taste buds had simply been poisoned by too much Mountain Dew though. Dallas would put a stop to that nonsense.

Once Terry began asking questions of the stranger to find out a little more about him, he abandoned thoughts of healthy eating plans and focused on what Drake had to say. Dallas's opinion wasn't really relevant here, Drake's future was thankfully in the hands of more significant figures than the school cook, but still Dallas smiled softly at the man's assertion that he wanted to help people. It was always good to see that attitude in someone. The more mutants - the more people - who felt that way, the better the world would be.

Drake's comment about not wanting to discuss his real parents was more troubling though and caused him to cast a glance in Siryn's direction. This community was crowded with people who had difficult pasts and Dallas was sorry Drake might add to that number. There was obviously a story to be told there, one which had left the stranger with a certain amount of anger, but Dallas wasn't sure if Terry would choose to pursue it or not. Was it none of their business? Or was it exactly the sort of thing they needed to know? It certainly wasn't his place to question Drake on the subject either way, so he took the opportunity to rise from his chair and stepped over to the water cooler himself, quietly helping himself to a drink while the discussion moved on.
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Terry laughed as Dallas flapped around in imitation of Warren, covering her mouth with her hand quickly and clearing her throat and nodding as her friend assured the man he would recognise Warren. “Aye, Mister Worthington is one of our more publically known faces. While the school has only been public fer two and a half years, he was known fer longer,” her accent was slipping a little and she yawned, pulling in clean air to wake herself up some more. “Although if yer don’t read Time magazine then that’d probably explain it.” Her grin was broad despite the fact she had plenty of personal experience when it came to how well known Warren was to the media. Glancing at Dallas, she wondered if she should let him know about her ‘mutant and proud’ speech she’d unleashed at the press conference Warren had been giving about #killyourheroes when they had been attacked. The speech would be easier to explain, although it would probably require the context of her taking down a sniper and getting shot as well. So much happened though, that it was so easy to miss much of what went on in the world.

With her tablet in her lap though, she gave the appearance of browsing a few things such as spaces around the school, but she was making a few notes too. Warren had messaged her to let her know he might not be able to join them quickly, and she knew he’d want to know as much as possible without asking Drake to repeat his story over and over, as that didn’t really suit any kind of point.

“So, have you got good control or is it more a case of...practical application?” Siryn hunted for the right words that weren’t patronising, as this was an adult she was talking to after all. Most people didn’t reach their twenties and kept under the radar unless they had control, but actually utilising powers was something a little bit different. “It’s alright though,” Terry’s expression turned reassuring. “Sooner ain’t always better. This kind of choice...what we do...It takes time.”

Making another note, Siryn looked up as he started to speak about his background, but then quickly refused to talk about his natural parents as they ‘pissed him off’. With a shrug, the redhead sat back. “I’m going to assume you’re over twenty-one, so an adult and therefore not obliged to talk about your parents. We need to know a little about you, but only as much as you feel comfortable with…” Standing up, she went to fetch a fresh cup of coffee for herself, fixing one for Dallas as well and delivering it over to her friend.

“I ain’t here to ask a hundred questions, what grades you got in school, but a lot o’ bad things have happened and the only way we can all watch out for each other here is to know each other and you can choose how much of that you let us know over time. But this is a safe place, a family, as we trust each other. So. Any special requirements, allergies - dietary or medical, that kind of thing?” she changed conversation easily as to not press the subject. As she had noted, Drake was an adult and he would respond to the conversation as was appropriate for him.
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Drake sat down while he thought more about Warren and before long it came to him, he snapped his fingers and looked forward.

"I think I remember who Mr. Worington is." Drake said in a confident voice as he began to picture the man in his mind. The picture became more clear as time went on and as time went on Drake's mind began to wonder. Theresa's voice snapped him back to reality.

"I'm not sure how to answer that question, I haven't had much interaction with other mutants so I'm not sure what is considered good control and not." Drake took a second to take a big breath. "But, I don't ever have trouble using my powers, it just takes time and concentration." He stopped to think about what he was going to say next. "I'd say that I've got good control over heat, but when it comes to cold it just takes so long to create anything that it's not very viable. It takes me more than twice the time to create anything out of cold than it does heat. If you'd like I could give a demonstration of what I can do with my ability."

Drake looked over to the mini fridge she had mentioned earlier. I wonder what kind of juice is in there? Why did I choose water earlier, I know how much I hate it. Drake turned his attention back to Theresa.

"Yes, I'm twenty-four." Drake replied "And as for my birth parents I'll share eventually, just not this moment." Drake took a moment to breath in deeply and breath out. "I got average grades in school, my grades dropped my senior year, but that was in 2009. Any special requirements? No not really, maybe little signs that says if something is hot, my power makes it where I can't tell if something is hot or cold so I'll end up holding onto something that is very hot and burn myself. Actually one time I placed my had on the stove-top while it was on, and I didn't know until I had nice crispy rings on my hand." Drake finished his sentence then looked down at his hand then back at the fridge as he wondered if he should ask for some juice.
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Dallas smiled approvingly when Drake declared that he'd remembered who Warren Worthington was. Really, it was probably a good thing that the guy was only vaguely familiar with their winged headmaster. The new arrival had a lot to take in today and it'd probably be easier for him if he didn't also have to deal with being starstruck once Warren walked through the door. Dallas remembered staring in amazement at the X-Man the first time he'd seen him in the hallway back when he was a student, and even when he'd sat down to talk to the man upon his return he'd been tongue-tied and nervous. He was over that now but still, embarrassing. At least Drake would be able to talk to the guy like a normal person.

He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees as he listened to Drake explain a little about his powers. The guy had told him earlier that he was a temperature controller, which Dallas had assumed meant he could just raise and lower the ambient heat levels, but it sounded like his abilities were more complex than that. From what Drake was saying, it seemed like he was able to form shapes and constructs out of heat and coldness. It was interesting stuff. Dallas had always been awed by the wide variety of powers mutants were able to command. Even now, after spending plenty of time in the company of other mutants, he was still capable of deriving a childlike joy from it all. The things his people could do were wonderful. It was just a shame that so many people out there in the real world didn't feel the same way.

"Thaaank you," Dallas said quietly so as not to talk over Drake when Terry brought a coffee over to him, flashing her an appreciative grin as he did so. He needed this more than his friend probably realised. Between several long shifts at work this week, and the not-so-small matter of the train derailment he'd been involved in a few days previously, he was feeling pretty wrung-out. And he had a full day of training sessions ahead of him too. Joy of joys. It was his own fault though. After the other day, he was sure nobody would have thought less of him if he'd just taken a day to regroup, but he didn't really want to. He was tired but that was all. Training was important to him so he didn't want to skip out on it unless he absolutely had to. As long as he made sure to get a full night's sleep over the next few days, he'd be fine.

This shot of caffeine would help a lot though.

As he took a grateful sip from the mug of coffee, Drake talked about the way his powers affected him day to day. Apparently, he couldn't feel the difference between temperatures, which was fascinating in itself. That was quite a disadvantage for a temperature controller to have. "I think the only place you'll have to be really careful is the kitchen but everything's pretty clearly labelled in there," he responded. This was a school, after all, so health and safety standards had to be strictly adhered to in a potentially hazardous environment like the kitchen. "That's what I do here, I'm one of the catering staff," he added, by way of explanation. "I'll have a double check of our equipment, make sure everything's properly marked up with warning signs and stuff, but I think you should be good. We'll keep your hands... uncrispy."

Uncrispy. Yeah, he really needed this coffee.
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