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{I totally agree with you on both counts, Penance. You need pants, and Lost is one of the best shows period.}

"I suppose I'll see you all later. Later being when my uniform's not clinging to me," Morgan says, bowing, then backing up into the shadows of a corner and "disappearing". He reappears in his darkened room. He prefered to keep the light out when he wasn't there, as it allowed for easier access by him.

"Man, these things are clingy," he said as he peeled off his uniform. He rummaged through his dresser, and pulled out his favourite t-shirt (which read "You say psycho like it's a bad thing" on the front) and jeans, and laid them out on his bed. He then grabbed a towel, and shadow-hopped (teleported through shadows) down to the boy's locker room.

"That feels sooooo much better," Morgan muttered as he stepped under the showers and turned them up as hot as he could stand. Which was pretty high.

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After making sure that he'd gotten all the metal fragments out of his hair, he turned off the shower, and stepped out, wrapping his towel around his waist. He quickly 'ported himself back to his room, dried himself off, and change into the clothing he'd laid out before. He opened the door to his room, a bit of light flooding in from the hallway, stepped out, and closed it behind him.

Maybe I will fit in here after all. Nodding his head slightly he continued to look around, overwhelmed by the size of the place he just continued to stare. Or then again, the way I keep watching everything they may just think me a spy..yeah right.

He stepped out into the garden,not wanting to go wandering around and into rooms he probably shouldn't and took a quick look around. He probably could get rid of the coat, just like Jamie had said. Shrugging he wriggled out of the coat and stood their just looking around with the coat in his arms.

"So much sunshine..I knew I shouldn't of been born in England."

{Yes, I did watch Lost last night.}

{No, I hadn't noticed. But I figured that they all had something in common before the plane crash. And I think that bald guy, y'know with the scar on his face, (you know which one I'm talking about) knows a lot more about this whole thing than he lets on.}

Matt laughed as he walked around the garden, listening to what was being said but only paying attention enough to know that something had happened to this Scott guy and it seemed to be Penny's fault.

"Like a big family they are, getting on each others nerves."

Jamie stepped out of the shower. He'd gone off to get that out of the way when Matt had gone outside. He went outside to hear Penny asking Matt about his power. "Yeah, I'd kinda like to know a bit too." He said, shaking some water out of his hair.

He blinked a few times, unused to the question but more used to hiding what he really was. Shrugging slightly he nodded and pointed over his back to his wings.

"Those are self explanetory really, I was born with them and as I grew they did too. As far as I can tell they are linked to my skeleton but without x-rays I can't be sure and asking a doctor to x-ray my wings seemed like stepping into a fire."

Nodding once again he turned his hand around, his palm facing upwards, and frowned slightly as he concentrated. A golden ball appeared in his hand then shrunk and twisted, finally changing into a big-headed scott with a small body, its mouth opening and closing.

"This has something to do with the sunlight..its like my body is a battery or something, it absorbs natural light and changes it into some form of a more solid energy to be used however I can imagine but it has its draw backs..once tried making a gun with it after seeing a film and it failed miserably. Snowboards, swords, anything not tehcnical that I can imagine I'm ok with."

Feeling as if he had spoke enough to last a life time he let the caricature of Scott dissappear, crossing his arms and watching both Penny and Jamie for a reaction.

Jacen was already a good few hundred feet away from the group when they finally decided to disperse. He was tired, hungry, and in need of some gauze due to the wound on his hand. It didn't hurt him much at all. He had dealt with harsher pains than this. This was but a scratch. While looking at his wound, he kept walking down the road.

As he was walking, he heard a copious amount of sirens headed his way. In quick succession, police car after police car, followed by a fire truck zoomed past Jacen as he kept on his way. Maybe one or two of the officers glanced at him, but they paid no mind. That was for the better, or so Jacen thought. He didn't want to get taken down today. Not while he felt like hell, and not while he couldn't put up a fight.

Before he realized it, Jacen was back at the Brotherhood hovel and entering it blindly. This is where Magneto wanted him to be at, if anything to try and help stablize this group. Granted, Pietro had solid leadership over the group, but sometimes he just seemed to stray from the path set in front of him. That's why Pyro and himself were there. To keep everyone focused on the goal: to one day rule over the flatscans and attain their rightful place at the top of the foodchain. As he walked in, he got his first really good look at the house, or maybe he just plain ignored it last time he entered, but the place was a wreck. "How anyone can live like this...," Jacen trailed off as he trudged upstairs for a minute.

When he got to his room, he closed the door behind him and took a seat on his musty, prison-like bed. Not that it was a problem. It beat sleeping on the floor like a dog. It was almost as if Jacen wasn't allowed to rest because as soon as he lay his head down, he heard a loud chirp. He knew what it was, it was someone trying to contact him via his earpiece.
With a grumble, Jacen sat up, took the reciever/microphone from his uniform, and put it up to his ear.

"Scion. Tell me, have they arrived?" It was Magneto, contacting Jacen alot earlier than he anticipated.

"Who? Pyro and your daughter? Yes, they have."

"Good. I trust that everything is under control?"

"Of course it is, my lord." There was a hesitation in Jacen's voice for a second before he continued, "Aside from Wanda trying to kill Pietro." Jacen couldn't see Magneto, but he could imagine the glare he had on his face as he said that.

"Keep her from killing him. And keep your eyes and ears peeled. As I told Pyro, Mystique is making a move soon, although I do not know what it is." The line fell silent for a second. "One more thing, did you manage to run into any of Xavier's brats?"

"I wouldn't know," Jacen replied, "Although I ran into someone today that took umbrage with me. She, from what I could tell, is a mutant."

"I do have files on them, Scion," Magneto said sternly, "Tomorrow when you are in your computer class, I will have one of my minions wire you the files."

"Yes, my lord," Jacen replied. Then the line went dead. For a moment, Jacen sat there just wondering who would show up on the files. Would that short blonde be there? Was she one of Xavier's sheep? He didn't know why, but she perplexed him. Someone of her stature challenging him, and he stepped away from it.

The next time we meet, he thought, will be very different