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In Victoria's mind class went perfect. Although she may not have shown it physically, on the inside she was dancing with excitement. First off, she was learning to be a good mutant, well...in a way. If being a good mutant meant learning how to kick peoples arses both with and without the aid of your god given gifts, then yes, she was learning to be a good mutant. Secondly, her mentor just so happened to have the most wonderful accent. But as with all good things, they must come to an end and it did so for Miss. Dogwood...now.

"Class is over for today Miss. Dogwood," floated Mr. Wisdom's patriarch-like voice, "Meet me, same time tomorrow in the East Courtyard and this time," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "Don't be late." With those words he picked up his suitcase, nodded curtly and disappeared out the doorway, leaving Victoria to ponder all the information that had been handed to her.

(((Weird RP I know, but I needed to get her out of class and ASAP...)))

OOC: Brotherhood members, pay attention, you're about to be mobilized. X-Men shall be left in the dark for now...

We're gonna assume about a week has gone by since the Brotherhood came to the Seminary.

IC: At the close of the day, the classes were ended, and each student was gathered together into the open-air auditorium of the Seminary. Magneto himself was there to address the class, filled with almost fatherly pride as the sight of his children having grown so much over such a short amount of time. Though the progression of each class was, for the most part, a private matter, he could still see that their minds had been expanded, and their skill with their powers had all increased immensely.

"My children," He began, smiling in a way that seemed both warm and sinister. "You have all begun to grow quite well in this past week. To say that you have all surpassed my expectations would be the grossest of understatements. I have observed the growth of your strength, your skill, your minds and your pride. I would like to imagine that even in this short time here, you've come to see at least in part what it means to be a mutant, and what a dear blessing it truly is.

"However, as I'm sure you all have noted by now, you are among only a select few mutants who have been granted this level of enlightenment. And while you continue to excel, there are still many who are trapped in the proverbial dark ages. They cling to a hope that somehow, humanity will accept us. The very thought is laughable. How can we even conceive the notion of a primitive race accepting their obvious successors? They have every right to fear, because no matter how hard they try, we will most assuredly be the master race within a matter of generations. It is not out of hatred or bigotry that we do this. It is entirely evolution, and to deny it would be an affront to the planet itself."

"It is for that reason that my old, yet misguided friend's philosophy must come to an end. His teachings are not only wrong, but dangerous. They give our fellow mutant brothers and sisters misplaced sympathies, and will give those poor homo sapien beasts false hope. And as such, we will educate them. How, you ask? Well... that would be the subject of our first class project, so to speak..."

He paused for dramatic effect, and smiled. "In exactly 36 hours, you will all test your skills... as we assault the X-Men's mansion. Any questions?"

Magneto smiled. "Believe me, son, I have factored that into our plan. After all, we are not looking to fight our enemies here. We are attempting to rescue our poor brothers and sisters from being brainwashed into homo sapien submission. However, you do have a good point, they will not go willingly. But that will not be a factor..."

"I've had a mole operating within the Xavier compound for just over a year now. In that time, he has become entirely accepted, even to the point where he has been allowed access to their security systems, and has even developed many of their measures for them."

"However, is greatest achievement is something that, in almost any other light, would have been an abomination. He has outfitted their security with a device that will nullify their powers, albeit temporarily, but more than long enough to allow us to, shall we say, rescue them from their current situations..."

"And now, over the course of the next day, we will be going over in great detail what each of your roles shall be. Though our challenges will be greatly diminished thanks to our friend on the inside, there will still be a fight, and I would rather this not turn into a bloodbath. This shall be a coordinated efforts, and each of your own unique skills will be necessary in accomplishing this as I have envisioned yet."

OOC: Crap. Of all the days to get a huge assignment dumped on me. I'll be back in about an hour if I'm quick about this ^_^

Theresa had made her way to this meeting. SHe sat and listened as Magneto spoke of how they had grown with there abilities. ANd this she had. She had learned the basics of flight. She was able to deflect projectiles that were aimed at her. But most of all she was able to talk without the whisper. But what magneto said next finally drew her over the line. SHe stands up and begins yelling very loudly.

"If you saying that we are still growing why send us to our deaths. If i remeber correctly Xavier will be able to find your mole if someone were to say somthing. I mean he is a very strong telepath. SO strong he must frighten you a great deal. WHy else do you wear such a helmet? Why only revolve around our abilities as offense and not focus with defense also? WHat if for some reason there is a flaw in your plan and there powers arent supressed as you say we will be walking to our deaths!"

“Theresa, calm down, they aren’t going to kill us.” Courtney’s calm remarked surprised even herself, because under any other circumstances she would have bitched that girl out for being so emo. Now, though, she had a graceful manner and didn't rile up so easily, thanks to the training. Courtney did think Theresa was over-reacting, but, she did have her own hesitations for going to the X-mansion, especially since she had resided there for weeks beforehand and knew how hard-core it was. “The people at Xavier’s don’t have the balls to kill us, especially since all we’d be doing is trying to help them. And if I died, you can bet they would get sued off their asses and the whole mutant under-cover thing would be damned.” OK, so she wasn’t completely changed.

But what had been changed about Corky was more than just her passive-aggressive behavior. First, she was stronger and could feel it. And she had gotten much, much more advanced with her power’s thanks to Reagan’s illusions, which forced her to get creative fast. She was still worried about this mission, because even with the other mutant’s abilities, they were all pretty tough still. But they probably wouldn’t have to go this mission alone. Magneto couldn’t be so evil he send a bunch of teens into a place where real, full powered mutants resided, right? No, he’d have to send them in with their mentors.

"Well, I can control/manipulate and create lightning/electricity. And I have super speed too. Oh...I do have a dream ability as well but I don't use it that much," she said sadly. The memory of how her dream ability caused her suffering and the suffering the little kid from long ago ran through her mind. "Mr. Porter gave me these gloves to help me. He said not to worry cause a lot of powerful mutants have to weat some to keep their powers undercontrol. But I don't see how that would relate to me," she smiled, cheerfully and innocently as a little girl.

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