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Post by pauldouglass on Jan 30, 2011 15:01:58 GMT -5
Snow left over from the flurry this morning gave a soft cushion to Hugo's feet, the detective walking past the west side of the mansion, exploring the actual grounds of the place. He had never had an actual chance to explore the area around the mansion, only coming here twice(once for the interview, once for orientation), so it was nice to actually see what Professor Xavier had built around the ornate building that played host to the budding mutants of tomorrow(that was corny). This was quite an adjustment period for the detective; he had never actually had to teach anyone his line of work, let alone future X-men, but now he was thrust into the middle of a classroom, tutoring how to use their environment and their mind in harmony. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, and it took years of practice.
And he only had one semester to teach it.
Hugo chuckled slightly to himself, knowing that most of the students wouldn't catch on automatically AND that they, like most teenagers did, would forget what he had taught them once summer break came along. But he knew he was making some kind of difference in their lives, contributing to their skillset, so that maybe one day when they were in trouble, they could use...
Footsteps.
Behind him.
It was mid-day on a secluded estate in the middle of one of the safest counties in the state, so Hugo didn't suspect foul play. His senses didn't read any hostility, but one couldn't be too sure.
"Your footsteps announce your presence far too loudly, you know." He said to the owner of the footsteps, turning around to face...
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Post by vincentezra on Jan 30, 2011 20:58:23 GMT -5
Vin Verlaine. She was never one to spy, or follow, or eavesdrop. And she wasn't planning on ever doing any of those things. She was just taking a walk around the grounds, which she usually did usually out of boredom in between classes. She was sick of teaching, and was thankful that she was off for at least one semester. Teaching was harder than it sounded, especially when she appeared and acted as if she had no emotion. But she was trying to get better about that, it wasn't her fault her personality seemed so grim. It also didn't help that no one knew how powerful she really was. If she ever showed her true abilities to anybody, it would be because she had to.
As she was walking, she spotted the man she'd only seen a few times. Hugo something. She was too lazy to attempt to remember his last name. He was one of those temporary teachers who would probably go back to doing whatever it is he does after this semester was over. Vin wasn't very close to him, but apparently he heard her. Words spread around fast around the campus, and she'd heard about his shadow abilities. Anything powers involving anything dark, especially shadows, always caught her interest. Probably because of her dark personality. Dark emotions fit well with dark abilities, which is why it puzzled her to have such non-dark mutant abilities of her own.
"I know," Vin said simply before adding, "I wasn't trying to be quiet. You wouldn't have heard me if I was."
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Post by pauldouglass on Jan 31, 2011 10:26:11 GMT -5
"Touche." He retorted, a small smile coming across his face. Well, she was quite the bold one, wasn't she? Hugo had seen this woman before, he was sure of it. Probably passed her once or twice in the hallways(in fact, he KNEW he had passed her when he was moving some of his books into his makeshift office.) He could sense mixed emotions coming off of her in waves, as if there was a conflict going on inside of her mind. And yet, there was a masking of that conflict, a shield in the way of contrite apathy.
Quite the emotional wreck, or at least that's what Hugo could sense.
"Enjoying the grounds too, eh? Quite a beautiful place. I was raised in Los Angeles, so I never saw very much of this kind of weather." It was true: Los Angeles never was subject to much climate change, if any(well, not counting the rabid smog that would choke the atmosphere). The Northeast certainly had been a great change for him.
"I'll assume you're not a student by the way you're standing, so you're an X-man. Or woman, if we're going to be politically correct. What do you do here?"
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Post by vincentezra on Feb 6, 2011 13:24:04 GMT -5
Vin narrowed her eyes very slightly as he spoke. Empathy usually came in handy, and did now. After controlling it for twenty years, it even allowed a slight bit of telepathy when she focused enough. Emotional wreck? He thought she was an emotional wreck? Shows what he knows. She was not an emotional wreck. She couldn't afford to be. If she was, the whole mansion would go up in smoke. It didn't bother her too much, though. Most people just thought she was quiet and weird and probably too dark to be part of the X-Men, and wondered what she was even doing there. She wasn't too good at teaching. She was too unemotional toward the students to relate to them in order to teach them anything significant.
"I am sort of the teacher assistant, and I help protect the students. I have nowhere else to go, so this is the only thing I have. And although I will never get teacher of the month, most of the students seem to like me."
The ones that didn't find her intimidating, anyway. The newer students usually tend to avoid her because of her mysterious silence, not-to-happy expressions, and non-trusting nature. For her to trust you, you really have to prove your worthiness to her. But it really wasn't her fault she couldn't show emotion. And if she thought she could trust Hugo enough to explain that to him, she would.
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