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Was all that really necesarry? You were pretty harsh with her.

I didn't ask for your opinion. I said what I had to. She needs to learn that this is not a game, not some childish source of entertainment.

Yeah, but did you really need to threaten her?

It would have been the same with anyone else. You should know that.

Yeah. I geuss...

Good, now let me shower in peace.

Morgan tilted his head up and closed his eyes as he let the steaming water flow over him and spiral down the drain. He could literally feel the dirt sliding off of him, leaving his now-clean skin tingling. He sighed as he watched the water stream from the showerhead, and down his chest in tiny rivers. There were several scars on it, grim reminders of the battle of New York. How many lives had been lost that day? How many had been destroyed by Morgan's own hands? Three? Four? A thousand? The numbers were blended together in Morgan's mind. He as good as killed the people at New York, by allowing Forge to escape a year ago.

If he had simply killed Forge when he had the chance, instead of trying to acquire some sadistic revenge, then the attack on New York would not have come to pass. Morgan still blamed himself for that. It was what drove him onward now, a fire inside. A fire that hungered for one thing: Vengeance.

"Good job kid..." Cathy said setting the weights back onto the bar.

"Wow, that was harder than I thought..." She rubbed her arms to ease the ache in them. "Thank you." She said accepting the water and taking a sip. "your turn Cathy...lets see how much those skinny rails you call arms can lift." Seh said with a teasing look.

"I myself can probably do 80..." She said thinking for a moment. "But for now, just throw on 60 and we'll work from there." She didn't want to push herself to hard to fast. She looked at Rachael and flicked her nose. "Keep talking runt and certain nicknames from your past will come back to haunt you." She said adding another 20 pounds of weight to the bar and settling into place. "Ok...I'm ready whenever you are."

It was almost that time of the day. Her team was needed in training. She always loved these parts of class. It made her miss her Hellions somewhat. They were a good group of kids. Unfortunately, her lack of judgement (death to anybody who knew that) lead to their demise.

Emma didn't always have the same consideration Xavier did for the rest of the students. Why ignore telepathy when you can use it?

Brotherhood, it's time for your first training session. Meet me at the Danger Room. Logan will be there but not using the entire thing. Do NOT go inside without my permission.

"Let's go," Porter said and began to spot Cathy. He estimated in his head that each of the girls would be able to lift higher than they thought over the next few months. It just took practice to do it.

"When we're done with this," Porter looked at the other two girls, "We're starting on the dreaded situps."

eeling more than just a little exposed in the skin-tight outfit, Kai sort of cradled herself as Logan walked around the room making explanations to his whereabouts. She couldn't fathom what sort of problem with "pennies" could entail a late arrival, but she was certain it had to be a problem of epic sorts. He invited a girl called Regina to be included, since the numbers were low.

Raising her hand like any good student does, Kai spoke aloud, "I... don't really know what we're supposed to be doing..."

Logan stood coolly in front of her. "Relax, kid. This is all just a little simulation to see your powers and your skills with 'em."

Under her breath, Kai said, "Why do we gotta wear these catsuits, then? I can nearly see my nipples through this thing..."

Logan didn't seem the kind of guy who took politely to being ticked off, so she didn't make a fuss of it, even though he did give her a strange look. She resolved herself to doing whatever it was that was asked of her. Whatever was planned didn't seem in any way malevolent. Maybe this really was just the Institutes way of recruiting people? Kind of a weird way, but...

Without warning, the scenery around Kai seemed to warp and change on it's own. Logan grinned.

Jacen looked positively fraught with stress, tiredness, and nervousness. It had been his first day working with McCoy today, and the past few hours had been rather uneasy for him. Unfortunately, the first step in being an assistant was getting acquainted, or reacquainted with things, as was his case. After about hour five of him having his nose in some random medical journal, Jacen looked up and only sighed heavily.

"Mr. McCoy," he said absently, "I've read about mutant anatomy......mutant physiology.... everything. I remember tibias from humurous bones. I know a vein from an artery from a capillary..."

"Yes, Jacen, but every aspect of knowledge is necessary in treating a patient," McCoy said as he was lazily messing with a centerfuge, "And, must I stress there really is no need to address me as such."

"....Sorry Hank," Jacen said as he flipped the page and saw a relatively different layout than before, one of a nervous system. "It's just that with being one of the juniors, and now being looked up to...it's weird adjusting."

"I can sympathize, my young friend," McCoy said. "Hrm. Interesting." Jacen looked over and saw Beast peering inquisitively at the now stationary vial of blood in front of him. He then watched as the good doctor took out a small syringe, extracted a small amount of the sample, and put it on a slide. Then, Beast poured over the sample through his microscope. "Positively interesting."

"What?"

"This blood's cell structure is different. A normal human's is circular. These are more ovular....but there's no sign of anemia," McCoy said to himself, mainly.

"Ok...that is....interesting...how?," Jacen asked. McCoy didn't say a word as he took the sample over to a different machine and started to go back to work. "Hey. Doc? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to isolate the DNA markers and see how it differs from a normal subject," McCoy said.

"More than a medical lab?," Jacen asked to the air around him. Of course, McCoy was more than willing to answer.

With a smile, Hank beamed, "Of course, Jacen. And in time, I'm expecting you to be able to help with anything I ask of you in the lab."

"Ok...but in the meantime....do you mind if I take off for the day? I'm a little worn from training earlier and..." Jacen was cut off by a gesture and the same smile.

"Mind, I do not. You've studied hard today, and I expect you will tomorrow. Have a good day, Jacen." Jacen shook his new teacher's furred paw before heading off to do his thing. That thing being finding Penance and at least hanging with her for a small bit before heading back to his evening training session. Little did he realize that somewhere, a storm was reaching it's boiling point.

Markus walked up to the danger room. "Morgan, Miss Frost..." He said simply and leaned himself against the wall to await the others to arrive. "Pietro is probably putting Ana down for her nap..." He supplied knowing that Emma probably already knew that.

Dressing in his room, Kris eyes his new furniture arrangement. The items form his apprartment had arrived, giving him ample furnishing, so he was now more comfortable to live in the mansion. Changed, he looks at himself in the mirror.
His hair is a mess, so with a few quick hand moves, he manages to make no change to it. "......" Removing his glasses and placing them on his dresser, he only needs the for reading anyway, he checks his clothes: sweatpants and an undershirt, the perfect uniform for tai chi on the grass. Leaving his room, he yawns before walking down the corridors, down the stairs and out the main door, heading for a semi-shaded area of grass where he can peacefully practice.
As he begins, he, once again, questions his next move to become an 'X-Man.' He'd made himself eligible to join one, but he didn't know enough people or information to make a good decision, so for now, he's stuck pondering.
As his arms gracefully flow through the air, as if he moves around the air, instead of the other way around, he pushes these doubts and nagging questions from his mind as he pivots and turns. He had to talk with someone, it's as simple as that. "Too bad the really simple things are the hardest things to do," he thinks bitterly, but this too, passes from his mind.