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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:33 pm
So this is Xavier's office. Rather large, with a nice wood desk that Professor X uses. The walls are lined mostly with bookshelves and lots of those fancy leather bound books, as well as lovely large windows overlooking the grounds.
Oh yes, and windows. Nice large windows overlooking the grounds.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:15 am
xxxxx⋆xxxProfessorCharlesXavierxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxWhen an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything.xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxWill it be used for the greater good? Or will it be used for personal or for destructive ends?xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxNow this is a question we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because we are mutants.xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆ --From Main Hallway--
x-x-x-x-x-xOh, and you forgot to mention the windows. Now, onto our story. As the Professor and Casey continued down the large hallways, he couldn't help but hear the thoughts of the boy, his mind not having been telepathically tolerant or resistant itself. There was this aura, though, Xavier couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it was. In truth, it was the one thing that Casey had control over who could and could not touch him with. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger slowly, he processed the thoughts, looking up at him, disturbed a bit when he started speaking out loud. He hadn't expected that.
x-x-x-x-x-x-"Oh, yes. Quite beyond any of your experiences, I assume?"- He replied, allowing the other questions to sink in before he returned to separating Casey's thoughts from his dialect. Once Casey continued to explain after the question, though, he nodded and added an -"Oh,"- seeing that he had been to other schools, just not ones such as... inviting as this was. -"Well, I'm sure you'll find it to be rather easy to fit in. I'll make sure of that. Also,"- He maneuvered the control stick so that it had contorted itself beyond its boundaries and he slid to the doorway with a smirk on his face. Just because he couldn't run or walk or anything didn't mean he couldn't have fun. -"Our dormitory system is rather efficient. You shouldn't need worry."- He explained, placing both hands on the arms of the mobile chair as he slowly rolled through his office, looking around the shelves for the proper book, but without anyone else here to assist him, he looked pretty helpless.
x-x-x-x-x-x-"Please, have a seat,"- He motioned towards the large red, soft chair as he rounded his desk. With his left hand flat against the arm of his wheelchair, and then "x" logo on the chair having seemed never to moved, the Professor skillfully maneuvered himself behind his desk, his eyes closed and his finger pressed up against each other, both hands before his face. -"You needn't fill out any paperwork. Michael will do that for you. He's a human volunteer, I'll have you know, so you needn't worry about him. Our school will protect you, and while you are within the Institute, you are family. Are there any questions?"- He asked Casey, his eyes still closed.
x-x-x-x-x-xInhaling deeply, he sorted out the thoughts in Casey's mind once again in hopes that he could recover what he was reading earlier. Nope... Not it... Not that either... Where was Smithy? He had called him not too long ago, and usually, when the Professor beckoned him, he took no longer than a minute getting here. It wasn't that had expected the boy to come and run to his every summoning, it was just that Michael always seemed elated to have a new student in the school. Moving him forward to his goal. A face to remember. Another record to memorize.
x-x-x-x-x-xTapping his fingers against the arm of his chair, his tiny eyes peaked open and watched as Casey would slump into a seat, smiling at the young boy. -"Is there anything I can get you, my boy?"-
⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆Layout credited to Adverb
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:46 pm
 Caseyxxxxxx
Zierden
Coming in from the Main Hall
Casey nodded and took his seat upon entering the office. This entire place really was grand. Oh, if only he knew that just a portion of the school was above the ground, yet that would come later. For now, he was still feeling a bit uneasy. Uneasy at being so far from hom, and for that matter in a different country. The place was scary to him. No, not scary, just felt different. It was huge, rich, and yet held a very welcoming feeling to it. Perhaps though, spending the last couple years complety shut out from everyone he knew save his parents (and the relatives who luckily lived outside of his area who simply didn't know) though made him a bit less open to the idea that some people could really be inviting. That an open home to him and others really was not some sort of trap.
Ah, it was very confusing. The range of emotions running through a teenager is a lot already, much less when mixed in with the added influence of being a mutant. "Human volunteer?" Casey thought to himself. Even that sounded so strange, as if Michael was sadly being placed into another group from him and the Professor. The professor? If he was a mutant, what could he do? Oh, it didn't matter that badly. At least not compared to Casey dwelling a moment too long on Michael being placed into another group. The fact of placing humans and mutants into different groups had crossed through Casey's mind a few times back home. To have actually heard someone else use it though, even if the Professor didn't sound like he meant it at all in a condescending way, just seemed wrong. "Is there anything I can get you, my boy?"
Casey blinked as he was pulled from his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed that the Professor had first asked him if he had any questions. This really was reality, wasn't it? "Oh, I guess I'm a bit curious on my room and if I'll be staying with someone. That and, well as odd as this may sound, but I don't have a cell phone and the only quarters I have are Canadian, but sometime today I should call my parents and let them know I made it here okay." His mom was probably worrying her head off, and had made him promise to call the day he arrived.
He really did not need to call this minute of course. First off, Casey did want to get out of this office and away from the Professor. Good guy and all, but really the teen's mind was set on wanting to do some exploring of the place. Get at least a sort of mental map down and maybe meet a few of the other students here. It was really a good thing Casey didn't know that right now, the rest of the student body was finishing up with a Danger Room session, and what even the Danger Room was. His head was pretty much spinning with everything else that was going on already.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:25 am
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; greet and meet in Professor's office. From [Danger Room] via [Main Hallway]
_____A dark brown haired boy suddenly appeared in the doorway, slightly out of breath, catching the new student and the Professor conversing. -"I'm here, Professor."- Michael's British accent flowing smoothly with his newfound English front. Looking down at Casey, the blond haired boy on the couch, he approached the newest student who had yet to be enrolled in the Institute. -"Welcome,"- He said, extending his hand to shake, -"I'm Michael. You can call me 'Smithy' like the rest of the students here do."- He granted, smiling genuinely as he would have expected the male to shake it. If he didn't then it was perfectly fine.
_____Turning on his heel, Smithy came to face the Professor who greeted him with a nod, and immediately, Michael began to pan through the bookshelves, searching for the files he had been storing up there. Moments later, he pulled out a Manila envelope, about eleven inches in length and roughly eight in width, the size of normal printing paper. I believe that is so. Quickly, Smithy pulled out a glasses case from his left pocket, slipping the black frame reading assistants onto his nose, looking down at the pile of papers in front of him. The documents slowly poured out from the folder as a filing folder came to the surface, courtesy of Smithy's guiding fingers. As Michael looked back up at Casey, he looked over at the Professor, holding our one of his devices used for new students. It was like a camera, but it produced a holographic image as well as a hard copy of the picture taken.
Quickly, Michael had been done with the filing, just about all that Casey didn't need to answer, and then more. With the assistance of the Professor, of course. Smiling, Smithy closed the folder, wrote "Zierden, Casey" in large bold print, and walked back over to the shelves, pulling out a drawer, hidden within the book case. It was naturally massive, having a surface area larger than the bookcase, although, its edges only seemed as a support for the bookcase.
_____Exhaling deeply, he pressed a button on his device, which he had picked up from Xavier's desk, holding it forward for Casey to touch. -"May I have your right and left thumb? Right one first."- It wasn't required, but Smithy found it easier in his approaches at attempting to locate and identify a mutant in their database. Another piercing tone rang through Michael's ears as the telepath in the wheelchair before them penetrated his mind. Michael winced slightly at the quick departure of the voice, and several included images.
_____-"That so?"- His chocolate brown eyes swam from Professor X over to Casey, interest swarming his vision from behind his glasses. -"I think I could test some things with his shields, then."- Michael smiled approvingly, hoping he wasn't scaring the boy in anyway.
 Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:41 am
Caseyxxxxxx
Zierden
Casey turned hearing the voice at the door. The guy had entered as if he was just called here and rushed his way along, yet Casey had never seen the professor call anyone. Not unless he simply did it with a press of a button behind the desk or on his wheel chair. Or perhaps he had been called over before the professor had greeted him, and the out of breath was simply for he took his time departing, or this place was even bigger than it so far had seemed. All possibilities, of course nothing crossed Casey's mind that Xavier may be a telepath. As the guy came over though with hand extended, Casey stood up and shook back. "Mmm hi. Casey Zierden. Nice to meet you." The teen even smiled back, albeit a bit nervously. New place, not knowing anyone, and hundreds of miles from home. It was, of course, a common thing to happen; even with one who was usually as outgoing as Casey. Of course, the past couple years of his life had made that open side of him a bit more weary than usual.
Sitting back down, Casey looked over at the Professor briefly, but as he just sat there, turned his head back towards Smithy and watched him work. He tried to look around the guy, to see what exactly he was pulling out, but as most the items he grabbed while his back was to Casey, well the boy didn't see much. A vanilla - or is it manila? - folder. The contents of that folder was freed, and papers were flipped through. Casey was only slightly curious as to what it said, mostly though he still wanted to get done with all this "registration" stuff and move on. Of course though, all this seemed to take forever. Well no, not forever, but it was getting to him to be sitting in silence like that when he could be out exploring the new place and meeting his new peers.
Then there was some crap about a giant drawer popping out that didn't look like it had originally been there. But who cares on that bit when Casey actually got to do something again! With a nod, he stood back up. "What's this for?" he questioned, even though he had already moved his right thumb forward to the device, then his left. Of course, Smithy suddenly just talking out loud as if he'd just been spoken to did cause him to c**k an eyebrow. "Test my shields?" Yeah, he couldn't help but ask the question that ran through his head out loud slightly. He was a bit worried that they seemed to know so much about him, but once more perhaps he was just over reacting. He wasn't sure, after all, what his parents told the school on what he could do. Still, he also wasn't sure what exactly the limits of his powers were. He had a good grasp on the shield aspect of it, and a decent grasp on becoming a human flash bang and picking up objects (at least small ones) and moving them; but the rest he had little practice with. He also never had tested yet how much he could actually lift comfortably or how strong his shields actually were. Not to mention, that could easily vary depending on how bright it was outside.
Ah, all the technical junk though can get boring after a time. "So are we done here so I can get a room and wander about?" he asked, while forgetting his earlier question to Xavier on calling his parents before Smithy had arrived. The lovely aspect of a teen mind, and how quickly one can sometimes forget (or no longer care about) what they had asked not even five minutes ago.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:03 pm
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; greet and meet in Professor's office. _____Nodding, the brunette smiled at Casey's introduction. On his way here, the Professor was telling him all about the newest addition to the Institute here, and with that, he had no problem filling out the paperwork; as much as there was. Michael blinked twice at Casey's first remark. He didn't seem like he would be interested in his inventions, only because the mutants prior to using it for registration always replied with a "whatever". Well, the non-social ones did. The rest were silent cooperators who made the process go along much faster than they would have ever realized.
_____He decided to leave it a mystery in Casey's mind as to what the device was, but when he replied to the shield comment, that's when Smithy got a little animated. -"Your shields. Yes. Don't you have the ability to manipulate and control light, as well as shields?"- He queried over his shoulder as he closed the drawer and removed his glasses, tucking them back into their oval-shaped case, which, then, had been replaced into his pocket. Once Casey had done as Smithy had asked with the device, he smiled, taking it back and opening it much similar to a cellular device. -"You are now a student of the Professor's Institute, as well as in the Mutant Database."- He nodded and turned towards the Professor who simply smiled and gave them a wave of the hand.
_____"You may go and explore the school. If you need anything, Smithy will be there to assist you, as will I, here in my office. Or around the school. You never know." Grinning, the Professor closed his thin lips before advancing beyond the boys into the hallway and down several corridors in search of someone. Or something.
-"Oh, and, um, you wanted to call your parents, I believe he told me?"- Smithy hadn't been told by Casey himself, but also during his rush to the office, Xavier requested one thing of him for Casey; to let him call his parents. He knew a person who could get calls just about anywhere, but he was sure she wanted to talk to the Professor instead.
_____-"You ready to go check out your dorm?"- Michael asked, stepping to the side of the door to let Casey pass. A card had been fabricated from the digital device that Casey put his thumbprints on, and it was now being twirled between Smithy's nimble and slightly crooked fingers. The white object had a few words and a number embedded on it, the number having a red hue, while the words were in black. Tilting it forward so that Casey could observe it, as well as keep it in his possession, Smithy watched as Casey would look at it. He knew very well that each inscription was much different than the one on another student's keycard; each personalized and unique to their owner. It was a nice touch on Smithy's part.
_____Though, it having something to do with the person's abilities also played a part in the inscription as well.
Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Contraband lollipop Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 11:46 am
ⓢⓚⓨⓛⓐⓡ ⓚⓘⓡⓚ xx xx ❝what seems to us a bitter trials
are often blessings in disguise❞
-oscar wilde ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● 
-from the danger room-
Rushing through the halls of the Institute, Skylar knew she didn’t have too long until Richard and Gambit would leave thanks to the thought of satisfying their hunger with pizza. Her personal favorite was pepperoni and mushrooms, with extra mushrooms. Normally she didn’t like the two, salami or the fungus, but together on pizza, it was amazing. Damn, now she was getting hungry. She would have to make this quick. Passing the elevator, she flew up the stairs, or as close as she could since her mutation didn’t involve flight. This was much faster since the stairs exited just by her room. Students hanging out in the stairwell moved out of the way of the speeding teen since she would trample them if they didn’t. Since she was one of the older students, her room was near the top floor, which meant she had a long ways to go.
Throwing open the door, Skylar barely missed a few passer-bys. Turning around so that she was running backwards, she waved. “Sorry guys!” They waved back and went back to their conversation. Running through the halls, she almost missed her dorm room. She had no roommate for the moment, and so she didn’t have to worry about anyone inside changing clothes. Locking her door, she threw off her uniform and laid out her outfit to the rest of the day: Jeans, converse, a green shirt with a white music pattern, a short scarf and her goggles. Jumping in the shower, she scrubbed away the sweat she had built up over the course of the day. While scrubbing her body, she winced in pain as the soap seeped into the holes in her skin created from the bone marrow needle. A side effect from Leukemia was the fact that her blood had problems clotting. As she washed off the soap and hair wash from her body, a thin line of blood mixed it as her wound opened again. Once dried off, it was covered up with a fresh new square of gauze.
Once dressed in her casual outfit, Skylar looked down at her bed. During the rush to get cleaned up, she missed a large letter that had been left for her in the mail. It had been covered in stamps so it could make the long trip over seas. She could instantly tell it was from her grandparents by the name it was addressed to; スカイラー カーク. It was her name in Japanese. One of these days, when she knew more Japanese, she would go visit them and stay a while. Opening it carefully, a note and a folded piece of paper slipped out. The note was in English, since her grandparents were doing their best to learn the language.
‘Skylar,
This is a necklace that we meant to give your mother,
but we have a feeling to save it. In Japan, the dragonfly
is a symbol of courage and strength and happiness.
Wear it, and know that we love you.
--千春 堅’
Their English was getting better. Unfolding the second piece of paper, a small silver necklace fell out. On the end was a blue dragon fly, accented with silver in-lay. It was beautiful. Putting it on, it was a subtle addition to her outfit. With a smile on her face, she left the room to the professor’s office.
This time, Skylar took the elevator. It was empty the whole ride, which made everything better. It was Friday so most of the students were gone outside or for a day on the town. She would be their soon with Remy and Richard. The main halls were deathly silent. Good. No one would see her. Walking to the office doors, she knocked lightly and pulled out the paper. Cracking open one of the large doors, she stuck her head in to see Smithy and the Professor talking to a new kid. Hm. She would have to check out the database later. She didn't mean to, but her face was stuck in a glare, which wasn't a good thing to show to new students. Walking in, she shut the door and looked at the professor. ‘I need to talk to you alone. I know you can read my mind and figure out exactly what is going on, but I would prefer to talk to you face to face.’ Her face was serious, and the hand on the paper tightened. Hopefully the Professor would feel her urgency and let them have to room to themselves.
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Back and forth the s t r u g g l e consumes us all t r y i n g to keep a l e v e l head. In the most u n s e t t l i n g of times, t o d a y I've become the b u l l.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 1:39 am
Caseyxxxxxx
Zierden
Mutant database, that was a new one. Though the sound of it had worried Casey a bit, he was at least hoping it didn't mean some giant United States registration database so they could keep a tab on everyone. He had heard some news about the possibility of such things, but he never paid that much attention. Still, he didn't like the idea of a foreign government possibly keeping track of him. Even if he was to be staying in that country for a while.
Still, he heard the professor mention being able to head out now, so he hoisted his pack onto his shoulder and grabbed the other bag before being stopped by Smithy with a question. "Oh yeah, calling them would be good. Dropping my bags off would be nice too though, unless it would just be easier to give them a call first." He stepped out of the door and into the hall. "So then sha-" Casey stopped and blinked as someone just barged into the office and demanded to talk to the professor. Well, this was certainly a friendly atmosphere here. First he shows up to no one opening the door and when he entered it, no one being there initially. Granted, he didn't have to wait long once he was inside for the professor to show up, but still. Now there was a girl around his age barging in with a glare and demanding to talk to the head man at the school like she was the one who owned the place. "Uhhh," he said slowly stepping back as his eyes opened more showing his surprise and feelings of being uncomfortable in the current situation. Reaching for the handle behind him, he opened the door. "Nice to meet you... BYE!" With that he slipped out and closed the door with a sigh. Yeah, so far this place was making a GREAT impression on him.
Hoisting his pack higher up on his shoulder again, he turned to Smithy. "I hope she's always that friendly." he said sarcastically while following him along through the halls.
[To the dorms]
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:07 pm
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; taking Casey Hyperion on a tour of the school... And perhaps to Skylar, when she's done with whatever. _____Blinking twice, Smithy watched Skylar. She hadn't said a word, but Casey suddenly looked appalled and offended, as if the Technopath had yelled the worst insults at them. Smirking, Smithy turned to Skylar before they inched towards the door. -"If Smithy Richard doesn't get the pizza I will, 'kay?"- He offered before leaving she and the Professor with a smile and turning back to Casey, watching him dart from the office.
_____Rolling his eyes with a chuckle, the English lad slowly closed the door behind him, leaving Skylar and Professor Xavier alone to talk. Smithy knew that Skylar wanted to talk about something, but she never told him as to what. In fact, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. If it were something that she hadn't told him or Kitty, then it wasn't something that he should be worried about. Right?
_____Turning down the hall, he caught up with Casey and chuckled at his comment, ducking before they walked past another doorway, tucking Casey's head down as well. A series of projectiles shot out from the doorway before a face emerged. It was silver and white, its hair black as coal. -"Pinpoint, new kid. Try not to execute anybody."- Smithy said as he saw the male's face curl upwards into a silver swan, which swiftly turned its head back into the doorway and closed it. Target Practice on the first floor? The others must still be in the Danger Room.
_____Either that or Professor Summers had nothing better to do.
-"Oh, uh, Skylar? Well... I guess. She does talk a lot more than that, though. She must have really wanted to talk to the Professor about something. C'mon,"- Smithy replied, turning down the corridors towards the stairs and lead Casey up to them and his own room.
[To d o r m s]
[[O.o.C.;; Love the new layout, Katsy. ^^~]]
Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:21 pm
xxxxx⋆xxxProfessorCharlesXavierxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxWhen an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything.xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxWill it be used for the greater good? Or will it be used for personal or for destructive ends?xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [ xx ]xxNow this is a question we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because we are mutants.xxxx⋆xx⋆xx⋆
x-x-x-x-x-xWatching the two boys with little humor and slight wonder, he smiled warmly as they dismissed themselves, simultaneous to Skylar's appearance. He did, indeed, receive her message, but did not bother to dismiss the two males, as they were, already, on their way out. -"You wished to speak with me?"- Xavier placed his nimble fingers against the control stick, directing himself and his chair around his desk.
x-x-x-x-x-xAs the slight draft within his office bounded off his bald head, the lights overhead and outside shining from his cranium, the Professor looked up at Skylar, motioning for her to take a seat. He turned the chair to her, believing that she would most likely stand than sit, but it was up to her. He already knew what she was here for. Lacing his fingers together, he studied his student and his warm smile was soon replaced with tacit worry and solemnity. This conversation wouldn't be secure with all of these telepaths intruding into the Professor's office. Whether it was intentional or not, the Professor would put a temporary end to it.
x-x-x-x-x-xThe invisible barrier encased the mold of the room, lacing the walls and locking the minds of Skylar and himself inside. He did this with little struggle, almost as if he had simply blinked.
x-x-x-x-x-x-"What is it, Miss Kirk?"-
⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆xx⋆Layout credited to Adverb
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