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Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alpha
Location: Lake
Avoiding People? Sounds About Right.

The rock skipped valiantly once, twice, then thrice across the water before finally plunking below the surface and starting its slow descent towards the bottom. Leaning back, Leonardo frowned as he looked at the ripples that came from the impact of the rock hitting the water. He’d heard of the ripple effect before… who hadn’t? One event eventually affects an entire community, spreading out like a ripple before finally settling down. The thought occurred to Leonardo that hopefully this whole mess would be like the ripple effect; grow, then subside. Mankind had always been flexible like water… why not now? The issue would reach out, touch many people… but soon enough, it would settle down, like it always did.

Of course, if there was someone always making a splash… such as Magneto or Senator Kelly… the ripples would keep coming, and would never stop. Those types of people had to be disposed of, if mankind were to be able to right itself and settle back into a peaceful state. Unfortunately, however, there would always be Magnetos and Senator Kellys. The question was, how do you solve a perpetuating problem? You can’t really let it be; no one ever would leave the issue alone for enough time.

Then again, why was Leo even thinking about all of this? It shouldn’t concern him that much… although; he had been an integral part of the mutant-human conflict for well over four years. He had come to Academy X to get away from all of that; to get away from the politics, the mutant terrorist groups, and the human supremacists. But, like a bear to honey, he had come right back again, full circle. No matter how hard he could try, he would always be a soldier in the ever-waging war they were fighting. Some days, he wished it could all just stop, that he could be spared his sanity and have a normal life with a normal job.

His genes would beg to differ though. His past actions would beg to differ to. He was born a certain way… and then acted on that… and because of those past actions, they would always come back to haunt him. He could never get away from it.

He honestly didn’t notice Tara as she approached him… and for that, Leonardo silently cursed to himself. His guard had been let down… usually he was more paranoid than that. Luckily, it wasn’t someone Leo would have disliked to have as company; Tara seemed like the type of person that wouldn’t ask five million questions. She had made the observation that it seemed that he was avoiding her. Leo chuckled slightly to himself. She definitely knew the right way to say that he had been locking himself in his room or in the infirmary for awhile.

“Avoiding you?” Leo’s voice carried the same coy attitude back to the earth-wielder. “Now, whatever made you think of that?” He nodded his head in the direction of the spot of ground next to him, offering for her to sit. After a short pause, Leonardo muttered, “Well… I’ve been avoiding everyone, really. Especially Bella and Scott and Emma. And it’s not the whole mutant registration thing…” he shook his head partly, “well, part of it is. I mean… I’m technically already registered.” That was a story for another time. “The trouble is though… I started the riot. I had a hand in everything that happened a month ago. I wouldn’t blame them… Bella and them, for partly blaming me for the mall riot. I mean… I could very well be marked a criminal, Tara. And you know what that means? They could take me. And that would lead them right to here.” He didn’t really think about the next words that came out of his mouth.

“I think I might have to leave.”

The moment he said it, his mouth clamped shut. The past few weeks had certainly put him in a lowered state of awareness. Although he had considered the thought of leaving in order to shake the government off Xavier’s tail, he didn’t want to vocalize it. He did though… and he already knew what that meant. Bella would know. Emma would know. Any of the telepaths or sound manipulators on campus would have heard him or picked up on the heightened mental signals from actually saying the words. Could they blame him though, for thinking that? A former SHIELD operative starting a mutant riot in a crowded area? That would be a huge career leap for Kelly if he exploited that. Kelly was a politician… a bona fide spin doctor… he could call Leonardo a terrorist and get away with it.

He looked to Tara. “What do you think?” he asked. He wasn’t really sure if she had an opinion or not… but the conversation had to go somewhere, didn’t it?

-----------------¦Team: Omega
-----------------¦Location: Gardens
-----------------¦Thoughts: Maybe this isn't such a bad start after all?

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---------------------¦With a bit of a start, Quinn would let Aria's hand take grasp on her own. There was always that short moment, that tiny prickle of fear and uncertainty that came with physical contact of any sort. This fear and uncertainty would only dissipate after a few moments that always had to be free of any cries of pain or distress. There had indeed been times where Quinn was careless, unfortunately she didn't have perfect control over her mutation just yet. Every once in a while, she'd accidentally brush against someone or pick up an object and it would suddenly begin to sizzle beneath her touch. This would only happen, though, when more than the majority of her focus was elsewhere and she hadn't noticed a shine coating her skin. Thankfully, these occurrences took place most often when she'd been a child, but Quinn was always careful. The very last thing she wanted to do was hurt another person like her, especially ones that were as kind as Aria and Christian were.

Once Aria's mention of room assignments would register in her mind, Quinn's ears would perk up with interest. That was right! She forgot to mention to the girl that Emma had already spilled the beans that they'd be sharing a space together. It took a bit of persuading on Quinn's part, but she was very adamant about Aria being the only other female that she didn't feel apprehensive about living with. Anyone else, since she really had no other female friends, would just be a whole new world of anxiety. With the transition from Academy Student to Junior X-Men, Quinn needed as little anxiety as possible. Of course, most of that problem came from herself, but she was still a work in progress. Eventually, the girl would make it to a semi-normal state of mind and being.

"I'll show you soon! Promise." She'd answered quickly, not wanting to send their conversation too far astray. Instead, Quinn squeezed Aria's hand once more, letting a hint of her secret play behind her eyes. This would only last for a moment though before her attention would shift back to Christian as he spoke. The more she listened to his voice, the easier it had been to pick up on his southern accent.

The majority of Quinn's life had been spent in Southern California and within walking distance of a beach. Growing up, she hadn't heard many different accents, aside from those on television of course. Even when it came down to her unpleasant times of traveling just to get to this institute, the tones she'd heard had been rough and weathered. Christian's voice, on the other hand, was like honey. Smooth and sweet to the ear, nothing at all like the angry southern accents that hollered at her over blaring engines and truck radios. Thank goodness her hitch hiking days were over. Quinn would shudder inwardly at the recollection before she recognized the pink hue that began to surround Aria. It didn't take long to also realize that, through their contact, another soft colored aura would envelope Quinn's body. In contrast to the pink, hers was comparable to a canary yellow. It would last for a few moments as Aria explained her ability, and dissipate slowly once the two released their hands from each other. The red head had such an interesting mutation, one that was also aesthetically pleasing.

"There's nothing wrong with a little fresh air, anyway," Quinn responded to Christian's explanation with a light shrug and a grin. Despite that facade, she'd been slightly alarmed by how long he said he'd been feeling under the weather. A month was a long time to be ridden indoors. Quinn would sympathize, but pressing the matter obviously wouldn't be in her place. Instead, she'd answer his question about their new team, "That's right. The both of us were just placed on the Omega team." The brunette nudged Aria softly with her elbow, knowing that they'd be excited about sticking together for awhile, "What team are you on?" She asked, recalling that Christian had affirmed Aria's inquiry about him also being a Junior X-Men.¦

Omega, Location: Lounge
When did this turn into a conversation about him?



"So you lived out in the country?" he asked when Aurelie made an off-hand comment about making maple sugar and syrup. He could now see it: if anything, he pegged her living out on a farm or something like that. Aside from that he wouldn't ask further, it was a matter of curiosity for him. He loved to hear a bit about people, their history, their life. People interested Roland, and frankly he liked this girl. She was a character, a pleasant girl, and quite beautiful to be honest. Would he say something like that to her? Unlikely. Despite having the good sense to notice beauty, he wouldn't make his observations known. He wasn't the type to say something about it, not the type to make this obvious.

When she said something about having studied with Dr. McCoy in genetics, "Yes he is quite the teacher, I've been learning more from him than I did when I was teaching myself. Then again, I figure I have a bit more background: I had a lot to practice." he didn't go any further than to describe his past, a girl like her likely never could imagine hearing the stories of cage fights, and his self treatment of his injuries. He'd dug glass and stone out of his body, the scars were painted across his body like a twisted timeline of carnage and violence. His knuckles were the most obvious set of scars, if not for the shirt he was wearing, the large gash across his chest would be plenty obvious. He reflexively looked at them as she talked about prom. He could only partially listen to what she was saying, his brain was back to when he first came here, covered in blood, bruised and battered, restrained in a reinforced bed.

He was drawn back into reality when she said something about wearing a suit and tie, "I'll consider it, though I may offer myself up as a chaperone. I feel like I'd be better suited making sure some of the kids don't get too riled up." he wasn't entirely sure what women here saw in him, guess these girls liked a guy with scars. Though when Bianca came over and introduced herself, he had to be taken aback. She was also quite attractive, cute as a button really. He offered a good smile, and a warm glow from his eyes, the scar across his right eye warming a line on his face.

"Pleasure to meet you Bianca, I'm Roland. And this isn't my prom Aurie. Also, considering who is on my team, I'm pretty sure I should stick to being a chaperone, besides less stress on my end." considering his teammates included: a walking nuclear weapon, a hair manipulating narcissist, a woman that could copy his moves and probably put a bullet in his head, he made the move to not ask the Omegas.

Though, he'd be tempted to ask out an Alpha. They all seemed to be pleasant enough. And with that he thought to himself s**t, where the hell am I gonna get a suit? Hopefully someone knew a good tailor that could take house calls.

XXXXXXXXX Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
XXXXXXXXX Team: Ѻmega

XXXXXXXXXXXX Never forget who you are…
XXXXXX Never forget what you are.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX The World surely won't…
XXXXXMake it your strength.
XXXXXXXXXXThen it can never be your weakness…
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXArmor yourself in it.
XXXXXXAnd it can never be used to hurt you…

XXXXXX Location: Academy - Outside - Garden Area
XXXXXX Thinking: God Save the Queen-HA-British!











Narcissa closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep, unnecessary breath of fresh—Flower and earth scented air. The weather at the Academy was…For the most part, fair. Storm didn’t completely alter the eco-system…But she did often change it to their advantage, allowing it to rain at night, more than during the day. Sunshine was something that most took for granted…The sun goddess knew better. Though she couldn’t really blame them… As a child, living in London, where overcast days outdid the clear…Where she’d been stuck indoors most of the time…She’d been sick, very sick.

For the longest time, she’d gone undiagnosed… The doctors had thought she’d had Lupus, Mono, and even Hodgkin’s…She’d been unnaturally pale, skin almost see through… Her lips taking on a faintly blue tone. And goddess, so tired. It got worse; when they quarantined her for a few weeks… She’d been perhaps five years old when it hit. Her mutation, unlike most, had started early without anyone realizing it. It wasn’t volatile then, like it is now. It wasn’t able to be redistributed… She simply needed the sun, for nourishment. To exist.

She remembered small things…Tiny scraps of being afraid… Of being so very tired, exhausted… Narcissa often wondered how her mother would feel now, if she weren’t dead, to know that all her child had ever needed was a little sunlight. Secluding her from others, closing the blinds, afraid that the light was too much for her-- Had taken all energy sources away from her.

It would have killed her, had her Grandfather not insisted she spend some time in California. That perhaps a change of scenery was all she needed… He’d been correct. Spending summers and holidays with him had miraculously cured her…The light there enough to sustain her when she returned. At least until she’d brought her parents plane down, and killed them.

Ah, memories. Good times.

She walked away from the lake…Away from the maze…Away from places students liked to haunt. The gardens themselves were USUALLY less populated, and thus were her choice…Unknowing that several new Omega's, though she'd been warned about them, and Christian were lost somewhere therein....She just couldn’t handle anymore simpering underclassmen, lest her head pop off and spin into the next dimension. They were all just so perfectly…Lovey dovey, and cupcake-esque… So much like the Disney Channel so much that she was very much afraid they might break into song at any moment. She hoped to miss that. Her British red coat jacket sat low, resting against her elbows…Golden hair tugged delicately over her shoulder to the left, so that her back could catch some of the light.

She wanted to feel the sun as much as possible. It soothed her, strengthened her, whereas the cacophonous idiots towards the school made her want to strangle them—And slit her wrists.

Not that she would. She loved herself far too much—But the thought was there.

Whine. Prom this, prom that—Whine whine. My life is so hard. Whine.

For ******** sake.

Narcissa -wished- all she had to worry about, was a stupid dance.

It was an excuse for girls to act like mini-c**k teases for the night, and for it and their fashion sense, or lack thereof to be socially acceptable—And for boys to get their dates drunk, and take them back to their cars or dorms… And for what they did there, to be socially acceptable. Or even better, for a bunch of hormonal train wrecks to get into a fight—Like they had at hers, a few years ago.

She honestly wished she hadn’t gone… It had been a waste of a good dress. Of good hair, and what could have been a good night—If those around her, weren’t so deficient.

Cold eyes passed over the early blooming white and pink roses without care—Her unicorn heels clicking softly on the cobblestone path. She stopped once, to look at a tree that rained down pale pink petals—Only to feel someone coming towards her. A moment of warmth that hadn’t been there before, of deceptively comforting heat—Warned her, before the sudden pressure of being tapped on the shoulder announced a presence. The voice drew a wry smile to her cherry glossed lips as she kept staring at the large tree…Not bothering to turn and face her company.

She knew the sound of his voice well enough.

“A gun.”, she responded smoothly, her tones glacier…Hard, and cold as stone. “These girls are making me feel all Columbiney.”

Too soon to reference a school shooting? Likely. Did Narcissa have any reservations about this? Not at all. She believed that the sooner people stopped giving things weight and credence…The sooner the world could move on. Death happened. It was simply a shame, when humans killed one another…Especially when there were so many other things out there…Waiting to shuffle them loose the mortal coil, without their help.

“The effect?”, she questioned, her tone almost curious as she reached up, leaning high on her tip toes to snag a blossom from a low hanging branch. She paused part way through as she settled back down on her heels, casting a vixen-esque smirk over her shoulder. “Scott did too.”

A soft, sexy chuckle moved unthinkingly through her as she looked down at the small flower in her palm… Abruptly knowing that she needed to change the subject, and fast.

“Emma keeps trying to get me to join this bloody…Prom, organizing..Thing.”, Narcissa admitted, a pout crossing her features, breaking the ice that had spread through her expression. “Because it makes her look bad, that I don’t want to paint little banners and make bargain bin party favors.”

“If she wants me to call a caterer…Fine. A decorator? Absolutely… But I don’t -do- arts and crafts. If I’d wanted to teach Kindergarten…I wouldn’t have advocated to go to school to learn to understand Political and Corporate America.”

The golden haired woman turned about then, her award winning pout still in place, the sun that touched her leaving her glowing faintly… She didn’t bother hiding it on campus….They had to hide everywhere else. It didn’t make sense to do it at home too. Besides…Aren didn’t seem to be afraid of her ability, where others were sent screaming in terror. He moved towards the light, instead of turning away, and hiding his eyes, like any sane person should.

What a sweet fool.

She was careful around Aren. Not careful of her powers, as previously stated…But she was careful to keep him deliberately at arms length.

He was dangerous to her, in a way that top shelf vodka was dangerous to an alcoholic. He made her smile, and laugh—Far too much. It was ruining her image. It was ruining her… Somehow, she just knew it. He didn’t make anything easy for her either… Sometimes she wondered if he even knew how increasingly difficult it could be, to keep drawing the proper lines between them—When he erased them with every word that passed through his lips.

Narcissa Lucania backed down from nothing…From nothing, and no one—But she went against her own grain, and did, in this case. She’d noticed right off the bat that Aren was a flirt… That would likely hit on anything that didn’t have the same boy bits he did. So most of his candor she outright ignored…Or simply pretended that he hadn’t said what she’d thought she heard.

She half wondered if he thought her the ultimate challenge… That he only bothered, because he toyed with the idea of what he couldn’t have. Because she was always the one to remember who they were…Where they were. The one to change the subject. Always the one to pull away—To shut down. To think of something awful enough that it sent ice through her veins… That ruined, whatever ill fated passes he made.

Her eyes flickered over his shoulder, catching a gaggle of girls standing just out of sight near the garden entrance—Giggling and sending pointed stares in their direction. Unless they were flaming lesbians… They weren’t looking at her, and clutching notebooks to their chests. Her eyes went back to Aren’s face and her teeth ground together as she slowly counted to ten…”I am -so- bloody sick of this rubbish…Now they have me talking about it.”

“It’s like they’ve turned the school upside down and made it one giant love connection.”, she snarled out disdainfully, drawing a heart sarcastically in the air while her fingertips brightened—Burning the image into one’s retina for a few seconds, quite like a sparkler, though it retained it’s shape for a moment. “If Emma thinks I’m going to this… She’s lost her bloody mind.”

“There are four things I wanted to do this weekend…”, she trailed off, grumbling aloud as she leaned around Aren to wiggle her fingers at the girls, her azure eyes flashing hellfire white for a scant second—Noting with a certain internal glee, that once realizing whom the object of their affections was talking to…It was time to scatter. Vultures, all of them.

It mollified her agitation, to know that that at least half the school still found her terrifying.

“They’re roommates though… So it’s tricky.”

She turned on her heel then, leading deeper into the garden, head tilting back towards the sky—Able to tell where the sun was in the sky without looking. Just like she had an inherent sense of time. Realizing her mistake, once again-- She changed the subject...Finding neutral ground.

“Did you stop for lunch yet? I think they made that...Greasy-rific pore clogging crap you like so much."

There. Neutral.

Name: Brown, Farren Brown but you may call me Mother Nature

Location: Lounge

Snarky Remark: Mutant Affairs?
So what, mutant spouses are cheating on each other?
Why is Senator Kelly handling it and not Judge Judy anyways?

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Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Gardens
Current: Zero to troubled in .05 seconds




Seeing the bright yellow glow of Quinn’s aura caused Christian to squint slightly. Whatever Aria was doing to cause both their auras to beam brightly was really beginning to hurt his eyes. Either way, he’d have to manage, especially if this was going to be happening somewhat frequently. With his eyes nothing more that narrow slits, and desperately trying not to let the lightshow completely distract him, he had heard Quinn’s response to his inquire; the two were assuredly on the Omegas and her question in kind caused him to laugh slightly.

“I could tell y’all that I’m on the Alphas…,” Christian said, letting his words hang in the air before speaking up again. “But that’d be a lie. I’m an Omega as well.” He was rather bemused about this situation. Not only did he run across two people he never met prior, but for them to all be on the same team had to be more than a mere coincidence. “So… since I know what your friend can do with her abilities, it seems almost like I should ask ya what you can do, Quinn,” he said calmly, honestly curious about what it was the shorter of the pair could do.

Unfortunately, the smile on his face faded when Aria spoke up again, inquiring as to why it was Christian was laid up for a spell. The redhead had rattled off a small list of possible scenarios, the last was of him being irradiated while he was at the mall. That was a very strong possibility, being that he was left facedown and bleeding out when the mall’s floor began to crumble. But it was Aria’s mention of the Juggernaut that caused him to close his eyes and again replay that damnable scenario over in his mind. In some small way, Christian honestly wished it was the Juggernaut that messed him up.

“Yea… it was definitely somethin’,” Christian said, finally answering Aria’s questions. His tone of voice however had lost the twinge of happiness and joviality it had, instead sliding into something more distant… cold. It was bad enough, at least so he thought, that the others knew he almost died. He sure as Hell did not want to scare these two off with that info. Not when they seemed rather excited about getting called up themselves.

Aria’s next inquiry made Christian do a double take. Normally, he would have been all about finding out what the color of his aura was. But now, he was rather afraid of what it would be exactly. “I… dunno… if that’s a good idea..,” he said to Aria, his words sparse and disjointed. The thoughts of what had happened a month prior were souring his mood considerably. As much as he wanted to give a reassuring smile, he could not muster the strength or energy to do so. He was extremely hesitant to see what could happen, to see if this ability of hers could was or was not absorbable… He knew that if his aura was shown, it could be… ugly, or at least he had a feeling it could be. He had a feeling it wouldn’t quite be right until he could fully exorcise the demons he had floating around in his head. But he did notice his new comrade in arms stepping forwards… and Christian felt resigned, almost like there was no real way he could say no at all.

“Very well,” Christian said, his eyes closing yet again as he removed his left hand from his jeans pocket and extended it out towards Aria. “If you insist, ma’am. Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” After he spoke, he opened his eyes again, looking almost apologetically to both Quinn and Aria for whatever it was they may possibly be seeing.

Gideon could hear her shifting behind him after the pathetic kitten cries stopped. The fact that if anyone had seen him place the kitten up there would probably view him as heartless. Not that it mattered to him, he knew that if she were a real kitten he would of placed it on the ground rather then the shelf. And if anyone had seen and not stuck around to see her shift back where would probably be a rumor that Gideon hated tiny kittens. The school in that way was laughable any thing anyone did if one person told another all in the school would know with in the hour. Xavier's was similar to a small town in that respect.

Yes Gideon is an intimidating person, someone who honestly could kill someone and not think twice about it. But even before his time here he wasn't mean to animals. Well in his berserk state he wasn't nice to anyone or anything. Beyond that he only ever killed an animal when it was for food or in defense. In the danger room simulations that wasn't true but those were fakes not real so that didn't count.

Gideon didn't let any amusement show when he heard Kat muttering. He knew it was Italian it wasn't one of his stronger languages, the gist was she was most likely cursing him. From his time at Hydra he did have language skills. He is fluent in a couple, passable understanding in most. On top of his training with Hydra Gideon had been studying languages pretty heavily and intently his entire time here at the institute. Beast even remarked that Gideon had a knack for languages. So Beast along with many of the other instructors that originally hailed from other nations tended to encourage him. They would occasionally speak in their native tongues to test him or loan him book written in other languages. Over all Gideon found it both amusing and quite helpful.

When he heard her feet hit the ground, she spoke once more. She called him a grinch. Just when he was going to retort Kat spoke once more. This time it appeared she was annoyed by the pronunciation of her name when Gideon said it.

Knowing how to say it and choosing not to were two different thing. He was on the side of choosing not to. She bugged him so he tended to get her back at the same time. She was the one that would initiate said encounters. That fact that he tended to leave everyone be unless he was messed with wasn't even a point here.

"I neither hate kittens nor prefer dogs. I have no preference one way or the other." He said simply to her comments on cats and dogs. Her comment that he smelled like a dog almost made him laugh. If he wasn't pretty much steeling his emotions, along with his facial and body expressions he would of. As it were outwardly he was a blank slate.

He might of even had some residual scent of a pack of wolves on him. It would be very faint thus probably had been masked by his own scent. Gideon a few nights a month would disappear into the woods and not return until morning. It was his time to let his more animalistic nature to the surface. He wasn't surprised back when he first came to the institute when he learned Wolverine had a similar practice.

Gideon just stood in his spot his back to her the entire time. Then she moved closer spoke softer. He was slightly surprised she was showing the more vulnurable side of herself. None of it felt forced like they both had training to do when needed to get closer to a mark.

When she spoke of knowing about working for Hydra, inside Gideon laughed. To him he didn't work for them, no he was used by them. After all a weapon doesn't work for someone they are used by them. A tool not an employee. Even with those thoughts he listened to what she had to say. She spoke of not knowing how to do this, of no longer having a pack, of being alone and other things.

Gideon knew of the shifters in the employ of Madame Hydra. He even killed a few of them as a test as well as a warning. Sure they were beat as were nearly anyone that woman in charge felt like having beaten. But even so he knew they all pretty much stayed together or well all those at the same installation did. They were allowed that bond that comfort. His treatment however held no such comforts. His own personal treatment while there wasn't something he would wish on any living thing.

Katarina spoke again her comment stating that he was no shifter drew him from his memories. "No s**t." He said flatly as the girl continued on. When she paused after mentioning Logan. There was no question who the 'short hairy man' she mentioned was.

"That is because in a sense. We are beasts and in many ways more of a beast then you could ever become." That was saying something since she like many other shifters literally turned into an animal. But unless they were inexperienced they only had to fight the animal side while changed and shortly after changing back. Gideon and Logan they had to fight the beast inside all the time.

It was understood by him that she didn't mean Alpha as in the junior x men team, but meant it in the leader of the pack way.

She was still on the fact that he was no longer as the files described. Not the indiscriminate killer, the merciless monster. But it seemed that she finally got that just because he wasn't like that..that that he wasn't any less dangerous as the file read. In fact Gideon was stronger then he was then his abilities had grown. Even now he kept up with all his skills. Logan often would agree to monitor Gideon's solo sessions. The older mutant knew they were too ingrained into the younger mutant to simply turn them off. So instead while learning new things Logan set things up so Gideon had an outlet for it. In the beginning Logan would mutter something about doing it because he felt responsible, even though Gideon coming into being could in no way of been construed as his fault. Well unless one really stretched for it and attributed it to Logan simply existing for it, which to Gideon was well bull s**t. While as it was he was made as he was if Logan didn't exist the experiment would of been performed using someone else's genetics.

"Look I know in the wild strength is the major attribute for a leader. But it takes much more then simply being able to leave virtually any opposition in your path broken and destroyed.............. I am no leader. In this world of people I am not looked up to, I am not revered, I am feared.......... In this world and even in Hydra's that makes me a monster." He knew what he was there was no denying it. His past was littered with the bodies of those he was sent against even many he wasn't. Since coming to the institute the body count while having grown hadn't by much. And in the last couple years he hadn't killed anyone.

The last person he had killed he could still see and remember. It was Blob of the Brotherhood. Gideon hadn't been at the school long at all. Even in that time something about Isabella drew him to her. But in that time some of the Brotherhood working for Sinister abducted Isabella and her siblings from the institute. Gideon left on his own stole one of the jets and went after them.

Gideon sighed at her question. It was one he really couldn't give a true answer too only a guess. Her situation in leaving was vastly different then his own. "Well now that you are here in time they will most likely stop. Madame Hydra isn't stupid enough to attack this place as it would be to costly. She may attempt to convince them to return you. But since it didn't work when she tried for me then I think she won't bother. All depends on how bad the woman wants you back." He turned around and leaned his back against the was so he was now facing Kat as she sat on the bench.

"In my case....when I left. I did so after a mission one in which there was a good chance I wouldn't return from anyway..... I killed the handlers they sent with once the mission was complete, then simply vanished. It wasn't till an incident while here did Hydra learn of my survival."