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| Topic Started: Jun 23 2015, 08:01 AM (512 Views) | |
| Wind Dancer | Jun 23 2015, 08:01 AM Post #1 |
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Date: 23 June Time: 8.45am The journey had not taken long. Derek had even offered to drive her, but Fia knew she needed the time alone to calm her raw nerves. She had been dreaming of this day for years but now that the day was here, it brought with it a sense of insecurity. It had been a long time since she had wholehearted support from her family. Since her mother passed on, it had been just her, her against the world. Sofia no longer had youth as an excuse for her fears; she knew that this was a new stage of life, and that no matter what came, she'd have to face it with kindness, with confidence - how her mother taught her to be. She might have been alone - in the ways that mattered - for years now, but she refused to lose the ability to trust. She'd find her way, this was just the beginning. Perhaps it is time I found a new family? she found herself considering as the train pulled into the station. She was finally, finally going to a place where her mutation, her being different, would be accepted. She took a deep breath to bolster her confidence, then alighted the train. According to her father’s staff, this was the nearest station to the school. They had also mentioned that that someone would be there to meet her and introduce her to the school. She didn’t know how they’d know it was her, but she supposed people who ran a school for mutants would have enough experience with such things. Sofia bought a cup of coffee, then wheeled her luggage cart out to the main concourse, facing the parking lot. People were milling about; she had arrived right in the middle of the morning rush. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun rays, Sofia turned this way and that, wondering briefly if she had made it to the wrong station, or arrived on the wrong day, or just simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was just about to shoot Derek a text when a loud crack sounded in the air across the parking lot. Her head turned along with others; in the wake of current affairs, it could be anything from a gunshot to a car backfiring. “It’s the tree!” shouted a man to her right and Fia's eyes followed to where he was pointing. A large branch from an old, gnarled oak was half cracked and precariously hanging over a line of cars coming in towards the station. The oak was one of the trees lining the parking lot’s right side, demarking it from a empty field on the other side. “It’s going to fall!” came another woman’s voice as she ran closer to the line of cars. A few others ran forward to get the cars moving and out of harm’s way. They aren’t going to make it, not in time, Fia thought, her eyes caught on the branch swaying slightly. It only took one small gust of wind to snap the remaining fibers, sending the oak down onto the car below it. A small gust of wind. Fia bit down on her lip and grabbed a handful of her teeshirt to dry her sweaty palm. Placing the cup of coffee down onto the cart, next to her handbag, she closed her eyes briefly and took a slow in breath. With her hands still hidden from view by the luggage cart, she faced both palms to the ceiling as she opened her eyes. Her focus completely on the tree and it’s hanging branch, she let her left hand wave to the side, her focus following the movement, mentally gathering wind to the left. Simultaneously, she stilled the air around the branch, trying her best to keep it steady. At this point any momemtum could swing the branch down. She knew she couldn’t keep the air still for long, but it was okay- three seconds was all she needed. She counted down, her lips mouthing the numbers to keep her concentration absolute. Three, cars were slowly inching forward. Horns were blaring as impatience started to kick in. Two, wind started to breeze through the trees on the left, making a soft sha-sha sound as the air gathered. One, Sofia swiftly moved her left hand to meet her right, at the same time, removing her hold on the branch that was keeping it still for those precious three seconds. One swing, the wind carried the heavy beam away from the parking lot, breaking it from the oak and tossing it straight into the adjoining field. Commuters breathed a collective sigh of relief, and Fia ducked her head to hide a smile. Drivers came out of their cars to reassure themselves that no damage was done, and during those exchanges, Sofia turned back into the station, intending to find a corner until someone found her. |
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| Chamber | Jun 26 2015, 11:10 PM Post #2 |
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Jonothan hated getting up early in the morning especially when it was before the sun was rising. He had been selected to pick up a new arrival from the train station in North Salem. Jono really didn't mind the pick up, it was the early part that he didn't like. Usually the firebug didn't roll out of bed until much later in morning, around 10 or 11, so today he was a little slow. Thankfully he had managed to pick up a coffee on the way to the station and was sipping it in the car as he drove. Some rock music played through the speakers as he pulled into the small town. It was nice to come and visit North Salem, it was a nice little town with some great people and a great pup, which he had frequently visited to play guitar. Heading towards the train station, Jono shifted in the GTO he had chosen to drive to pick up the student. The car was a gift from his family, who somehow remembered him after these years. Though a GTO, a classic one at that he was very impressed about. The rumble of the engine announced his arrival into the train station parking lot. Finding a parking spot off to the side, Jono parked and got out with his coffee. Wearing a mid length black coat over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Jono scanned the crowd of people for his mark. It would be a little tough to find her, but at the same time he knew what she looked like and her name. Turning towards the station, he began to head towards the door always aware of the glances that he got for his bandages. Today they were a nice deep green colour and he mentally chuckled as people looked at him. Just as he got to the door, the sound of something cracking got his attention. Turning he looked to see a rather large branch from a large oak tree starting to fall towards the parking lot. Right beneath them was a few cars, and he was about to rush forward when the wind picked up and seemed to wrap itself around the branch that was falling. Glancing around he remembered that his pick-up could control the wind and manipulate it, and he looked for the source. One eye on the branch he watched it intently with focus watching as the branch held it's position in the air before being blown away into the neighboring field. Cheers followed the display, but Jono was more focused on looking for the one responsible. Scanning the crowd he watched a young girl turn and head into the train station. She looked alot like the mark he was supposed to pick up. Weaving his way through the crowd he watched as she disappeared into the station. ::Bugger,:: he commented to himself as he opened the door and headed inside. Scanning the faces Jono found who he was looking for, walking over and standing in front of her. ::Sofia Mantega I presume?:: he asked as he spoke into her mind ::I am from the Xavier Mansion, here to pick you up. My name is Jono, pleasure to meet you. Now if you will follow me we can get you to the school. Nice discrete job on the branch by the way.:: Standing to the side he let her gather her things before he lead her outside through the doors and towards his car. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jun 27 2015, 07:12 AM Post #3 |
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Normalcy was over-rated. You were only normal if you conformed to everything around you. If you decided not to conform, you were different, left-out, set apart. Fia had always stood out. In Caracas, she was different in that she didn't have a father. Among her peers, she was seen as deficient because she didn't come from a proper family. Among her family who knew she had powers, even they saw her first as dangerous. Of course, eventually they grew to tolerate her, but it didn't stop her uncle from sending her away the first chance he got. But it seemed, people at her new school would not be the sort of normal she knew. In fact, she realised that what made her different to the world would now be her defining trait in a society where being different, standing out, was encouraged. The voice invaded her thoughts like warm, languid river, and immediately it was different to how she perceived normal voices. Her mutation allowed her to sense even the slightest vibrations in the air, up to the changes made by sound - while her mind to her that someone was speaking to her, her ears could not pick up the direction the voice came from. She looked up from her phone, momentarily confused. Meeting the eyes of the man standing before her, it took her only a moment more to associate his bandaged lower jaw, to the voice in her head. The telepathic greeting did not hurt her, and she recovered quickly. "Fia, please," she replied naturally, though unsure if she should be shaking hands or curtsying. "Thanks for coming to get me, especially at this early hour," she continued with a grin, stowing her phone back into her bag and moving to follow him out to the car park. Studying his appearance curiously, she wondered if he was gravely injured. The fabric bandages did not seem to hinder his movements - in fact, his strength and confidence was plainly obvious. He seemed to be comfortable in his appearance, and that confidence identified him among the commuters even more so than his attire. Never the shy sort, Fia shot him an appreciative smile as he mentioned her little showcase with the branch. "I wouldn't call it discreet if you picked up on it," she said jokingly, pushing the luggage cart out into the open air. "It would have been far more impressive if I managed to do it without scattering the leaves from that compost pile." Her head tilted towards where the trash bins stood on the left, the collected leaves now littered about the parking lot. It would have been assumed to be a natural side effect of the wind earlier, but Fia knew better. |
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| Chamber | Jun 30 2015, 08:04 AM Post #4 |
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::Fia it is,:: he commented ::You are welcome. It is also far better than taking the bus to the mansion.:: Walking towards his car he swept his vision across the parking lot, taking in the people around him. He could feel the air starting to warm up in the summer morning. The Brit didn't mind the heat, but sometimes it could just get a little overwhelming. Though for a guy with fire in his chest, you'd think that he was alright with it. ::Well the only reason that I noticed it, is because I had a description of what you looked like and what you could kind of do power wise,:: he sent to her as he let her put her backs in the back of the GTO ::even if you hadn't scattered the leaves it was impressive. From what I know you have some control but not much, so to see you lift that tree was very well done. Here I was just going to blast it away.:: Getting into the car Jono started the engine listening to the roar and feeling the rumble of the engine. Back in the car, he lowered a few of his bandages making a small hole in which he poured coffee into. It changed the orange flame briefly blue before he put the bandage back into place. Looking at her beside him he shrugged his shoulders. ::Do you need anything before we head to the mansion?:: he asked her as they backed up and headed out of the parking lot. When she said yes, Jono nodded and turned further into the shopping area of North Salem. ::So what do you know of Xavier's?:: he asked her as he stopped at a red light and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Each person learned something different about the school so it was intriguing to see what Sofia would know. Jono knew that she was a wind manipulator thanks to Cerebro but he didn't know what other powers she had and he felt a little bad asking her outright so he waited. ::So do you have any questions for me?:: he asked her as he pulled into the sizeable shopping area and parked the GTO. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 1 2015, 12:44 AM Post #5 |
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"I've played around with it a fair bit, but you know, the concept is grasped, the application... That's still a little bit iffy." Fia ducked into the car, her eyes sweeping across the classic lines of the GTO. She wasn't necessarily a car person, but she could appreciate a classic when she saw one. "Nice ride." she murmured, buckling her seatbelt and letting Jono pull out of the parking lot. When Fia left this morning, she had pulled on a think knit cardigan and jeans, prepared for the morning chill, but now the sun was up, its rays casting shadows on the street. Always up for soaking up some sun, Fia shrugged off her cardigan, revealing a simple teal tank top with daisy print. Soon enough, the cold New York winter would set in, and she wanted to get as much out of her summer as possible. She eyed Jono as he drank coffee, and chuckled. "I suppose caffiene works just as long as it gets into your system," she said, taking a sip of her own cup. It wasn't a vice for her, she didn't need it to function, but it did serve to pick her up when early classes rolled around, or she needed to stay up late studying. She answered an affirmative to needing to pick up some stuff, and they turned down the main shopping street. North Salem was not as huge or as cospmopolitan as NYC, but she could get used to this - picturesque streets, clean, less people -crowds weren't really her thing. Mentally, she made a list of things she needed - toiletries, snacks, basic things, really. "I know it's a school for people like me... Like us." Fia replied after considering her words for a moment. "I know it's where we go to learn how to use our powers, at least enough to protect ourselves if we need to..." "But to be honest, I don't really know what to expect. My father didn't tell me much when he put through the enrollment. I don't actually thinks he knows. But I know I want to be here, and it's probably the safest place to be, especially if I'm still trying to figure out what to do." She shrugged one shoulder as she spoke, turning to Jono. "Do you... teach?" she asked, looking at him curiously. Having caught a glimpse of the orange flame beneath the bandages, she figured his skill-sets were rather agreessive. |
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| Chamber | Jul 4 2015, 08:15 AM Post #6 |
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Nodding at Sofia's basic understanding of what the school was, Jono glanced at her as he got out of the car and closed the door. ::You basically have it right,:: he commented to her as he looked at her across the top of the car ::What we really do is search for and bring to the school young mutants who have just entered into their powers. Sometimes they are brought by fearful parents, while others are brought by loving parents wanting their kids to learn. Others are dropped off and forgotten about, while others randomly show up off the streets. We work to acknowledge that each student at the school as a different type of power. We as teachers do our best to help every person with their own power, either by training or through adaptation of their own powers. Some like mine alters their bodies, others alter their minds etc etc. We at Xaviers do our best to help everyone learn and grow.:: Walking beside her towards the shopping complex, Jono glanced around at the shopping crowd. Being in a small town people were always up and active early in the morning. Which was nice in a way, people were bustling around going about their own business. While not being completely accepting of mutants, being close to the school had gotten used to them. A few of the townsfolk knew Jono, especially at the local pub. He recognized some of them and he waved at them with a slight greeting. When Sofia asked him if he taught, he looked at her. ::I guess you could say that I teach,:: he commented to her. ::I have a slight class with helping physically altered students deal with their altered forms,:: he said to her as he watched her get her things :: I help them accept themselves and how to fit into society in a world that finds physically different things tough to deal with. I do my best to help boost their confidence up as well as teach them about themselves as well.:: Shrugging he guess that that wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth. ::Though I also teach a projectile class from time to time,:: he said with a hint of laughter. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 4 2015, 03:26 PM Post #7 |
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They parked and Fia followed Jono out of the car. The town centre was laid out neatly, and she spotted a grocery store immediately. She shut the door of the GTO behind her, and Jono's voice sounded in her head again. He sounded like a walking pamphlet. Reflecting that he'd probably had this conversation many times, Fia grinned and nodded. "I'm open to learning anything and everything; it's pretty much a new start for me," she said, shrugging as they walked towards the shopping complex. Fia allowed herself to drink in the sights, noticing that Jono seemed to have made acquaintances in the city- some people recognised him and they exchanged greetings. He's pretty hard to miss in those bandages, obviously. The thought flew through her mind as they strolled, and that thought was joined again by Jono's voice. "Altered forms?" her words echoed what he said aloud. "I can imagine that being difficult. The world already finds non-physical differences hard enough to deal with," Fia referred, of course, to intolerance that was seen among the human race, even aside from those with mutations. Walking into the supermarket, Fia grabbed a basket and was immediately preoccupied with her purchases. She headed straight for the toiletries aisle, grabbing her usual bath products, and then quickly turned and went to get chocolates and her favourite cookies. Their conversation was halted for the moment as Fia shopped, cheerfully leaving Jono to amble along behind her. They were barely in the supermarket for ten minutes. She paid for her purchases - a bag full of snacks and hair products, and a large fluffy pillow - and then came to stand in front of Jono. "Thank you for waiting!" she quipped, indicating that she was done and ready to leave. "What do you mean by projectile class? Do you shoot projectiles down? Can I learn how to do that?" she asked, picking their conversation up from where it left off. |
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| Chamber | Jul 5 2015, 12:12 AM Post #8 |
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Jono nodded when Fia talked about the altered forms of others. It was very true that society didn't have much care for those that are different in appearance. Standing back while she grabbed a basket and then go in between aisles, Jono watched the young woman as she went about her business. Glancing around at the other occupants of the store, Jono recognized a few from the Harry's Hideaway even the bar tender himself. Walking up to him Jono patted him on the shoulder in a greeting. ::Hey Harry, how are things at the pub?:: he sent to the man with a cheerful voice. "Jono! My friend things are good things are good, just under renovations, making the stage a little bigger," the bartender commented. ::That sounds really good, I'll have to stop by with my guitars and play again,:: he replied to the man ::I've been meaning to do so, I've just been so busy with actually working with the students. That's actually what I'm doing right now.:: "I was actually about to ask what you were doing here," Harry asked with a smile "usually you have your flame out and about when you are walking through town. Most folks are alright with that, especially since you play such good music." ::Oh I know, I just figured for the new student not to scare her too badly, besides I didn't want smoke stains on my brand new GTO just yet,:: he sent with a laugh. "That GTO is yours?! That is a beautiful ride my friend, you come by this weekend and you'll get some free drinks," Harry said with a laugh and a pat on Jono's shoulder before walking off. ::See ya later Harry Have a good one,:: Jono sent back to his friend. Turning to look at Sofia as she had her bags, Jono sent a chuckle into her mind. ::My my certainly looks like you have everything you need,:: he said to her ::and your welcome. I had a good talk with my friend while I was waiting. Heading back outside the two of them headed towards the car when Sofia asked him about his class. ::Well I teach both deflection and blasting as well as control and this is how I do so,:: he sent to her as he started to unwrap the bandages. Just unwrapping the bandages around his jaw he exposed the burning, roiling flame that was his face. ::This extends further down my chest but I use this,:: he commented to her before wrapping it back up and opening the trunk of the car. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 6 2015, 12:46 AM Post #9 |
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Well I teach both deflection and blasting as well as control and this is how I do so,This extends further down my chest but I use this. Jaw-dropped and awstruck, Sofia stood there, just staring at the bright orange fire that lived within Jono's face. She had caught a glimpse of it when he was 'drinking' the coffee, but she had not realised it was... Alive... for the lack of a better word. Him popping the trunk of the car reminded her that she was staring, quite open-mouthed. Blinking and shaking herself out of it, she moved to l0ad the shopping into the trunk. "Doesn't it hurt? Like, isn't it hot or something?" Suddenly full of a hundred and one questions, Sofia kept her eyes trained on Jono, even as she got back into the car with him. She realised that then, Jono couldn't speak. Him being telepathic wasn't by choice. He had no mouth, and no seeming vocal structure - all that she saw was the angry flames in his jaw and chest. Now she understood why Jono would be able to help other mutant students with their 'altered forms'. Essentially, he was dealing with disfigurement - something akin to what burn victims would go through - the same levels of emotional trauma until he came to acceptance. Fia was overwhelmed by the respect she had for him. They had difficult lives, all of them, and everyone had their own story... She would never make the mistake of self-pity, not in a society where hers was probably the blandest of tales. At least she was healthy and alive, and compared to those who had fought and lost, she was lucky. "I'd like to take your class. I don't know if I have anything that's relevant, but if there was, I'd like to take it," Fia said with a smile as they departed the shopping area and headed to the school. Perhaps more than skills, she could learn sensitivity and confidence that Jono seemed to embody. |
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| Chamber | Jul 8 2015, 12:54 AM Post #10 |
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Jono watched with an amused look as her jaw dropped in awe at the fire in his face. Many people had the same reaction when they first saw what was under the bandages. They always thought that he was injured or something and couldn't talk, which was very true. Though the true always frightened them further. He didn't have a mouth, or anything else under the bandages. Mentally smiling Jono watched her as she loaded her stuff into the trunk as he closed it. Heading to the drivers seat, he started the engine and waited for Sofia to get in. When she did she had a flurry of questions, ones that he had answered many times before. ::It used to hurt alot, very much actually,:: he responded to her ::Though what hurts the most is the constant reminder that I do not have a face, or a heart, or lungs, or anything else that I should. As for hot not really.:: Sticking his hand in through the bandages he pulled out a small ball of flame letting her look at it. ::I feel a small bit of heat from it, but the heats affects those around me more than myself,:: he commented to her as well. Opening his fingers he let the flame fly back to join the rest of it in his chest, lowering the bandage once again. Revving the engine, Jono backed them up and headed out of the the town towards the school. It was still somewhat early in the morning, but Jono expected them to be at the school by at least 11 o'clock. ::So it takes about an hour to drive to the school,:: Jono sent to Sofia as he turned on the satellite radio to a rock station that played softly in the background. When she commented about taking his class, Jono mentally smiled ::I would be very happy if you were to take my class. I think you could bring alot to it in regards to sharing with others. Though if you want to take a nap, now would be the time to do it.:: |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 9 2015, 01:52 PM Post #11 |
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His eyes, they shone with amusement, as if for all the pain he suffered, God had repaid him with eyes that told his story. Even without speaking, Jono connected, he connected, sharing how broken he was -- and broken people helped other broken people best. She felt the heat from the fire intensely. It affected the temperature in the air, and Fia forced herself not to react to it. She didn't flinch and she held firm, wonderment echoing in a sound slipping from her lips. "Lo mejor de la vida no se planea, simplemente sucede," she said to Jono softly, watching as he replaced the flame in his chest and put the bandages back up. It was common saying where she came from -- that the best of life was never planned, it just happened. If Jono felt the hurt from the loss of being... Whole, then she wanted to tell him that he was more perfect now, that he ever was before. For in him she saw great courage and strength. In his eyes she saw untold stories. And in her youth, in her impressionable time, he was a success story of weathering through the raging storm. All these she would probably explain only if he asked -- she did not want to intrude. "No, naps aren't really my thing, at least not when I'm full of caffeine!" she said grinning, pointing to her abandoned coffee cup in the holder. "And besides, I'm equal parts nervous and equal parts excited." Fia was warming up to Jono easily, and was quickly putting aside her existing fears about a new school and a new life to chat with him. "Tell me more about the teachers -- I'm sure you have tips on who I should look out for!" she asked cheekily. |
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| Chamber | Jul 22 2015, 11:47 PM Post #12 |
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::The teachers eh? Hmm well there is Logan who is a bundle of fun. If by fun you like cigars, anger, claws and yelling. He is brash, vulgar and aggressive but his training tactics really work. There is Jean who is the resident powerful telepath. She teaches a bunch of different topics and her husband Scott is the mechanic and a flight teacher. Jean and Scott are the headmasters and Scott is the leader of the X-men,:: he sent to her as he lowered the music a little bit. While she didn't seem like taking a nap he figured he might as well indulge her in telling her who the teachers were. Passing a slower vehicle, Jono again got into talking about the teachers. ::Rahne Russell is the younger students teacher. I think she teaches Kindergarten to I believe grade six. She is a lot of fun, but can be very serious. Hank McCoy also known as Beast is our resident science person. He looks like a blue furred man, but he is incredibly smart and works on a lot of our medical and science studies,:: he commented to her. ::I think that is it for most of the main teachers. Any other classes are offered by either other X-men like myself or by higher ranking adults. Some younger students help others out, but they don't really host classes.:: Skipping over the song, Jono turned onto the highway that would take them towards the school. Thankfully the roads weren't too full of traffic and the GTO was able to cruise along at a rather nice speed. Shrugging of his jacket, he tossed it in the back seat exposing his scarred arms in the process. Jono was heavily covered in scars mostly on his arms with a few on his face from when his power blew out. Though now the old ones on his face were joined with new ones from his recent blow out. Some were a dull red with some having faded to a white. Glancing over at her he asked her ::Any idea what your classes are yet? I'm guessing a flight one, but we have alot to offer so I suggest you take a look at everything. Who knows what you'll like.:: |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 25 2015, 07:40 PM Post #13 |
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"Well, he sounds like he smells nice," Fia deadpanned. In Venezuela, cigars were common place in the upper income groups. Her uncle typically got one only on payday, and he savoured it like you would a particularly good meal. She didn't know if it was because of the smell, or because of the influx of differences in the air, but Fia hated it when he smoked. Mostly, hazes, and fire, and smoke just gave her a headache. But her uncle hated it if she brought in a breeze, so she had simply taken to pretending she had to be outside, just to escape the smell. Settling into the ride, Fia listened to Jono's voice in her head, his tone comforting to someone who was entering a new chapter in life. Mr and Mrs Summers she knew about, but didn't know much about the X-men aside from the fact that they were pretty much heroes. It sounded like the curriculum was going to be very different to the one she had at her old school. It did sound like Mrs Summers taught most of the language or humanities subjects, and there was Beast -- she was definitely going to be doing all his homework! He shrugged out of his jacket, and she gasped audibly, unable to help herself. Jono's arms were scarred beyond anything she had seen on anyone alive. The day of the riots, Fia had crossed bodies on the ground before she found her own mother -- she was no stranger to wounds and blood. But this, this was different. Jono had healed, but the scars remained as a reminder of what he had gone through. Did each scar have its own story? She wanted to ask, but at the same time, she wondered if it was too painful to recollect. Did each of the X-men bear scars like these? She recovered from her momentarily surprise, then cleared her throat and answered, "I'm sure I'll be taking a flight one, and perhaps elemental control? Since, you know, aerokinesis. Other than that, I know I sound greedy, but I want to take everything. It's all so exciting!" Fia smiled brightly at Jono, then continued, "A part of me is nervous, but I'm also so... anxious... to just get involved with everything at the school!" Her excitement lasted throughout the car ride, peppering Jono with her million and one questions. When Jono finally sped through the school's gates and up the driveway, Fia's questions ceased, overwhelmed by a sort of apprehension at being in a new place. "This is it, isn't it?" Her question was rhetorical, her eyes trained on the warm building, with it's ivy spotted walls. -thread end!- |
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