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[i The smaller my foot just means the farther up your ass I can shove it.] While that rather lovely little thought process appeared the same instance he held the white shoes out towards her, all she did in response to his words was peacefully roll her eyes before proceeding to pull the slip-ons upon her feet.
An elevator ride up to the main floor later—which was more like traveling up quite a few stories of floors, considering how deep the “basement” of the school actually was—and Scott would be able to start leading the way towards the school's dining hall. There were a few kids of various ages of the teen years still meandering their way through the halls, but otherwise Scott and Lauren would undoubtedly be one of the last few to arrive for the meal that night.
Of course considering how much chatter and happy conversation happening from not-too-far away, and Scott without superior hearing like Lauren had, no one could blame the male for not noticing when the short feral-mutant was stalled... because an even shorter mutant had collided into her path.
Both females involved let out sounds of starlement, and the Wolverine found the lower-half of her 'borrow' sweatpants from the infirmary now thoroughly soaked through with what smelled like water. The woman blinked, but hearing a sniffle she glanced only about a foot up and forward from her lower legs to see the sight of a young, curly-haired blonde soaked from chest down in water with brown eyes who was clearly on the verge of tears, starting to hyperventilate as if she was on the verge of...
[i ….A panic attack?] That realization caused Lauren the most brief of pause, but once she saw the kid sniffle again the woman snapped out of her slight stupor.
[b “Woah, woah, kid. Hey... it's alright. Look, no harm done. It's just water, and a little water never hurt nobody,”] Lauren's voice was soft and gentle, she avoiding from touching the girl because she felt that might not be the best with the state that the youngster had already worked herself into, but the child seemed to already be calming a little with an expression of unsureness of this strange adult she had no knowledge of. Seeing no negative effects, Lauren continued on, [b “I mean honest, squirt, it's fine. But if my now wearing some wet pants makes you feel so bad.....”] The brunette brought out one of her claws just enough on each of her hands and within a matter of seconds had cut the sweatwear fabric off from just bellow the knee. The wet cotton now in a slooshy little pile on the wooden floor. [b “See? All better. So no need for tears, huh?”] The adult gave the girl a gentle smile, and received a small, relieved, shy smile back before another person came upon the scene.
[#7700b8 “Oh! Jenny, I told you to be careful with the jug.”] A playful voice sounded as a teen girl—Kitty Pride was her name, Lauren remember—rounded the corner and saw the scene. She moved forward, swinging the girl up into her arms, [#7700b8 “Let's go get you into some dry pajamas.”] And with that both girls were gone in a matter of seconds.
In the dining room there were roughly 50 students, and 10 teachers, seated at a table that could easily sit another thirty people. The room was large enough, however, to place another five tables of the same size and seating-capacity though. It was already rather lined with food, and a majority of all the young mutants were already eating away at the food there.
Jean Grey looked up from where she was seated as her boyfriend entered into the dining room by himself, and grinned. [#bf0d39 /+// Did you loose something on the way here, Scott? //+/] The telepath's voice was gentle in her lover's head. If he turned to look behind or beside himself it be blatantly obvious that a certain new guest of the school was no where in sight.
Thankfully for the sanity of the poor laser-eyed Summers' male, Lauren popped up in the doorway just a few moments later.
The atmosphere is tense as they await her decision. To Scott, it seems like a fairly easy choice. Stay here with protection against a psychotic mutant who will enslave her to do his bidding, or take the risk of being alone with Magneto hunting her. Then again, he knows what life is like here. If Lauren has been on her own all these years, it won't be simple for her to trust them. For that reason, Scott bites his tongue from making a comment.
When she finally agrees, the tension disappears. Jean and Hank both break out in to encouraging smiles, wanting to assure her silently that she made the correct decision. Scott hadn't even realized the late hour, but when Charles mentions that they're late for dinner, his stomach gurgles expectantly. He'd been too wrapped up in showing Lauren around to remember to eat.
As he takes a step towards the door, Jean politely orders him to fetch their new guest some shoes. He opens his mouth to refuse, but closes it almost immediately. He can never say no to Jean. Turning back, he locates the clothing supply. [b "Tiny feet for such a powerful person,"] he remarks over his shoulder as he lifts up each pair to find the size.
Grabbing the pair, he holds them out to Lauren. [b "The professor will do what he can to help you. When he makes up his mind, he sticks to it. If there's anything from your past that he can find, he will."]
Whether or not Scott approves of Charles spending most of his time digging in to Lauren's history, is another story. With Magneto getting bolder with his actions, they can't afford to be wasting time. Still, Scott knows better than to question Charles, not to mention he's had enough of bickering with Lauren for one day.
[b "Come on, I'm starving,"] he hurries her so he can go eat.
Lauren remained silent as they all spoke, her jaw locking and teeth grinding against each other just slightly as she was lost deep in contemplation and thoughts.
Should she stay there? She barely knew these people, should she really trust them? Even with all the good they were offering? The brunette hated the thought of tying herself down to things she barely understood or knew of.
If all of these offers and their kindness [i actually is genuine], and their warnings about the Magneto guy's ruthlessness being near limitless, should she stay there even if she actually wanted to? They said this school is a sanctuary for all mutants, but they had a lot of kids upstairs—one of them her "little hitchhiker". Would it put the kid if she stayed there?
That's was the dominating part of the battle of "Stay? Go?" in her mind, and only those who might be looking could see it.
So of course, Charles was left sighing softly before clearing his throat to gain the room's attention. He had easily heard the woman's mental war with how loud she had been thinking. So he said, [#216bb5 "How about we make a deal, Lauren; give me just two weeks. That's all I ask for you to guarantee on staying here for. You can leave after that, and though I wish you'd remain here, we won't make you stay. If you give me these two weeks and you decide you still aren't comfortable with all this, then you can leave. We won't try to stop you."]
There would be a few long, almost tense moments of contemplation before with a silent sigh of her own , the Wolverine found herself nodding her agreement to the deal. Two weeks? She could live with that.
[#216bb5 "Excellent! Now, I believe we should all head up to the dining hall. We've left the others in the school to handle all of the children on their own long enough, we've been down here for hours, and dinner will be starting shortly. Besides, Rogue, as well as Lauren here, should be properly introduced."] Charles declared, and then would begin to leave the room. Beast would rise to his feet, following after the Professor. Jean would move to follow after both of them, but then paused next to Lauren with a thoughtful look.
[#bf0d39 "Scott? Grab Lauren a pair of those sneakers from that upper cabinet over in the corner? There should be a size in there that fits her feet... she looks about a six or five. I'm gonna go help Storm set up the plates and serve the food. I'll save you each a seat."] Flashing a smile at Scott, and then at Lauren, the female doctor would scamper off after the two men who were already halfway down the hall towards the elevator.
[b "The concern is that he clearly has information on you. The fact that you don't remember much of your past is a little disconcerting. There's a chance that you could have had a run-in with him at some point and don't remember, or something along those lines. Whatever it is, you're on his radar. So, the professor is right. Your safest bet will be to remain here,"] Scott fills in.
[i "While you have demonstrated incredible abilities and self-defense, I'm afraid it would not stand any kind of chance against Magneto, should he find you. He can manipulate you in any way he sees fit, and there's nothing you would be able to do to defend yourself,"] Hank adds.
It was well known just how ruthless Erik Lehnsherr could be, but Scott doesn't want to imagine what the man could be capable of if Lauren was at his mercy. She would become a weapon against her will, and they wouldn't be able to stop it. [i "We can track him from this Institute, based on where there are reports of his followers appearing. From this vantage point, you can stay safe while we help you. I promise you that I will do my very best to find whatever I can about your past. If you're willing to remain here, we can research anything you think might be a start for discovering your lost years,"] Charles offers.
Scott bites down on the inside of his lip. Everything was on the table. She knows the consequences if she leaves and Magneto gets a hold of her. The offers are laid out for her to choose, and he can only hope that she makes the right decision. Based on what he saw her do in the Danger Room, Scott isn't quite sure he'd like to have her as an enemy. If that means living with the pain in the ass, then so be it. [b "What do you think?"]
The reason for Jean's silent observation had been the same as the Professor's own earlier silence during watching the Danger Room testing. Watching the short woman's mind doing extraordinary things while seeing her body do things equally as such was an awed and enrapturing thing to experience.
It wasn't so long after that proclamation by the bald man that the X-Men would help her that the simulation in the main room stopped just before Level 10—since Lauren had finished Level 8 in the matter of minutes it had taken Scott to retrieve the others, so when they came back in she had been halfway through with 9. Lauren had been preparing to jump into the next bout of action that required both mental, physical, and all around tactile abilities.... which was why no one averagely made it past Level 3 on their own in the Danger Rooms pre-set tests. They were meant for team units.
[b "Hey! None of that was even hard! I thought this was called the 'Danger Room'? I barely broke a sweat."] She called this to the high observation window where she saw the now-four people standing. Grin a mixture of toothiness and cheekiness as she cocked a hip. It was as she pointed out her lack of strain that the barely existent flesh was reabsorbed into her body and she was once more left in that pristine condition her healing factor granted.
Charles chuckled before pressing a button that activated the calm link to the simulation room. [#216bb5 "I'll let you have more fun in here later, Lauren. In fact we can even come right back here and I'll type in something special for you to engage with.... However, as for now, I believe we have important things to discuss."]
A nod was what he received from the female, and she pulling the oversize hoodie back onto her body over the sports bra to once more complete her outfit of thefted sports-wear and bare feet.
It didn't take long until the group of four-and-the-mutant-nomad were back in the conference room from earlier that still had Lauren's X-rays displayed on the screen. It was once Charles, Scott, and the one whose metal bones were on display were all in their place at the table that Jean and Hank began into all of the medical mumbo.
[#bf0d39 "Firstly, I have to say that you really are utterly remarkable from a medical standpoint, Lauren. Even for a mutant."] The redhead grabbed a pointed to the digital scans with a point that caused a text on the molecular breakdown to appear, [#bf0d39 "What lines your bones appears to be a metal known as Adamantium—a near indestructible metal that likely takes a nuclear blast to harm. But the thing that stumped myself and Hank was that though [i it is] Adamantium, [i it's also not] at the exact same time."]
McCoy jumped in, excitement only scientists and doctors could understand in his posture and words, [#0086eb "I think a rough name that best suits this situation is to call it 'Adamantium-Beta'! From a few microscopic make-up differences shows your skeleton has potential to be the only certified indestructible thing on this planet, and-"]
[#bf0d39 "And it's completely biological."] The Gray woman cut back in gently, the blue mutant near sulking before sitting back to enjoy the ride of science babble.
[#bf0d39 "We didn't register any calcium or bone-marrow at all in your body and every human needs that to live... at least we couldn't find the versions of it that properly exist. But you've still got your teeth and just as obviously still have you immune system. The metal has mutated to replace all marrow and calcium in your body,"] She did something to the screen that had X-rays of her skull and hands specifically pop up, [#bf0d39 "Though in the large areas they've gone completely metallic, it appears in lesser areas—as evidence of your teeth and nails—that it seems to have imitated regular appearance. We just can't figure out if the metal is that adaptable, or if your healing factor is just simply [i that] powerful."]
All attention would undoubtedly turn to Lauren, and the short woman had a fist against her mouth and teeth lightly gnawing on one of her knuckles in thought. [b "So... I'm a walking impossibility?"] At the nods she received from the two doctors she nodded her own in return, [b "Okay then. Fun. What's this gotta do with that lion-ass coming after me back in Canada though?"] That question was to be expected, and Charles cleared his throat to gain the attention of the room.
[#216bb5 "Is this seemingly new version of the metal lining her body—Adamantium-Beta is what you called it, yes?—just as magnetically capable as it's parent metal?"] At the nod he received from McCoy the oldest man int he room huffed a small sigh, nodded to himself, and then returned his gaze to the woman, [#216bb5 "I told you that Magneto has an ability to control levels with magnetic capabilities. If he knows of you and even mere hints of what you're capable of... it won't end well."]
The man folded his hands on the table before returning his attention to three of his hundreds of 'children' he has had over the years, expecting various responses as he declared, [#216bb5 "We're going to help her. And to keep her safe I believe the safest way is for her to remain in the school."]
Scott could only stare in wonder at the woman below them. She didn't even seem phased, no matter what level they raised the simulation to. She met every challenge with fierce determination, and succeeded without hesitation. He doesn't even blink, afraid to miss the show. A faint grin tugs at his lips, impressed at her focus.
He hears Charles speak, and lets the words soak in. He can only imagine what the Professor has the privilege to see in her mind. Physically, Lauren was a wondrous being that defied all logic. Mentally, he isn't surprised that she's just as fascinating. Of course, he would never admit that to her.
[b "It would definitely be unfortunate if she was on the other side of this feud. I'm glad we got to her first. Who knows what Magneto could get her to do once he gets in to her head. She's safer here,"] he answers.
At the order to retrieve the others, Scott exits the room and wanders down the hall to find Hank and Jean. The blue mutant is talking animatedly about Lauren's medical examination, trying to make sense of it. [i "By all logic, she should be dead. She is a walking anomaly!"]
[b "She's mastered how to survive with it,"] Scott says as he joins them. [b "Both of you have to see this. She's like no fighter we've ever seen."]
Back in the observation tower, he gestures for them to walk to the glass. [i "Unbelievable,"] Hank murmurs under his breath while Jean watches silently.
If Lauren chose to join them, there's no doubt in Scott's mind that she would be one of the most powerful on their team. That also would make her a greater target for Magneto, who will stop at nothing to turn mutants in to his followers. And if Sabertooth was trying to grab her when they showed up? The metal-controlling mutant was definitely aware of Lauren's existence. [b "What are we going to do?"] he asks Charles.
[i "We're going to help her."]
In the end it was decided that the doctor and the scientist weren't needed for the danger room tests so while Jean and Hank would be figuring out what metal lined Lauren's bones, as well as all of the other medical aspects they could dissect from her examination in the lab, Charles and Scott would be observing her in the Danger Room. The cameras would of course record everything for later records but first-hand viewing was the best, so the younger mutant would be in charge of visually watching it while the professor would be 'mentally' watching the female.
When a Danger Room examine a test to range that new recruits abilities the room's exam only lasted until the difficulty became too overwhelming for the person once having reached so-or-so level of intensity. The highest anyone 'new' had ever reached on a first exam was a Level 3—which had been quite a feat, considering that added up to a full hour of constant activity.
But Lauren.... The time passed, and at the hour marker she was already on Level 7 due to how fast she had made her way through the other difficulty levels. The Danger Room had 20 Levels of pre-set skill assessments and if shet kept at the rate she was, or maybe even got [i faster], she'd be able to clear them in less than another two hours.
The entire time Professor Xavier had not spoken a word; his eyes had been closed as he gave all focus to assessing every movement of Lauren's thought patterns and brain activity as much as possible. As the short stature woman began Level 8 was when the man would finally speak. His eyes remained shut, but he spoke to Scott finally nonetheless, [#216bb5 "It's remarkable, really. I hold no doubt that watching her alone is astounding to see but Scott, if you could see her mind? It is like..."] The older mutant paused as he was rarely at a loss of how to describe something but soon found the words, [#216bb5 "It is like both her physical and mental state might as well be equivalent to an Olympic-level gymnast performing a Gold-medal-winning routine whilst simultaneously beating four chess computers in their head."] The man nodded, opening his eyes and looking over to the Summers male.
[#216bb5 "Go and fetch Jean and Hank for me please, would you? I'd call them but I don't want to lose focus on Lauren's mind—and if I let either of them miss any more of her testing they'll undoubtedly shun me for days."] There was an unmistakably playful tone in his voice but his words could very well hold some possible truth.
Down in the Danger Room the woman known as Wolverine was assessing another situation; this one being the third 'Life or Death' circumstance she had to face since that began with Level 5 toughness. She wasn't winded, no sweat visibly laced her body, and no injuries lasted longer than perhaps ten seconds! Maybe even less than that! And she had gone through most of the testing with a mixture of grimaces to seemingly exhilarated grins!
This woman was like a tank. An inhuman tank that had only been praised about in World War II era comic books in the picture of a man in spandex. It was like she was as utterly unstoppable as that man had been, but only she in a literal sense rather than figuratively. Enhanced speed, senses, strength, a heeling factor, self-created weapons all alongside a Charles-Xavier-Verified brilliant mind.
And her bones are [i metal], of all things.
Could that be why Magneto wanted her?
Scott stares at the x-rays in silence and shock. Without Jean or Hank having any clue on how to explains this phenomena to them, he's even more lost. Something like this shouldn't be possible. What's more worth noting is that she likely wasn't born in this condition. A doctor would have noticed that metal was growing in place of bone. There would be documented records. As far as they had come across, none exist. Lauren was an anomaly.
[b "Are you saying that the only thing keeping her alive is her healing power?"] he interjects.
[i "As far as I can tell, yes. The only explanation is that her powers are constantly working to heal her. Without that ability, she would be dead in seconds. I'm curious as to whether her healing power has advanced this far out of an evolutionary necessity, or if it is naturally this strong,"] Hank observes her scans.
Scott looks at the newcomer as she joins them in the room, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he tries to understand her. If this wasn't a natural occurrence like the rest of the mutations, then the logical conclusion would be that something severe and drastic had happened to her at some point. However, she doesn't act or give any signs that she had undergone such a traumatic procedure. There are no signs of PTSD at all, which Scott would assume went along with something like this.
He rejoins the conversation when the Danger Room is mentioned. [b "We can start off on base level difficulties and work up from there. The more complicated the level gets, the more intense the risks. The simulations act like an AI and will adapt to your attacks, based on how often you repeat a move. We'll be observing from above."]
If anything, this would give them an opportunity to gauge whether or not she would be a vital asset, or a danger, to their team.
Silence loomed heavy after Hank's breath of horror. It was a full minute before it was broken.
[#bf0d39 "How...? H-How is she [i alive?]"] Jean whispered, picking up her tablet and looking up all of the schematics that the x-ray machine was capable of picking up for it did much more than just take pictures of bones; it simultaneous checked bone density and structure. The ages of bones and any potential health issues that the bones could show down to the perfect-T, for bones and what their marrow created were a vital part to a human being capable of life.
And yet... there was Lauren. Alive and breathing.
Lauren who, of course, was hearing everything that was being said in the observation room next to the X-ray room. She was nothing more than very interested to know what was being seen, but she could wait for now.
[#bf0d39 "Even if her bones are just grafted in this metal alone she should be dead, healing factor or no. There'd be no way for the blood cells, both white and red, to be created. But this machine says it's grafted into her bones. That there is [i zero percent calcium.] She doesn't have any actual bones at all. Just... the metal."] Jean flipped through some things rapidly on her tablet before hitting a button on the tablet she spoke into it's mic, [#bf0d39 "Lauren? I'm gonna run a resanancy with the machine so Doctor McCoy and myself can figure out what kind of metal is in your body. You're a feral mutant, and you said you have good hearing, so it might be... uncomfortable on your ears."]
[b "Uncomfortable as in 'sleeping on a floor for a week'? Or the kind of uncomfortable as in 'I just got thrown from a truck'? Because I've done both now."] The woman's voice echoed back through the speaker system from the isolated x-raying room. Jean cracked a small smile and released a soft laugh. [#bf0d39 "The later, most likely."]
[b "Bring it on, then."]
Ten minutes later Lauren was able to leave the x-ray machine and room. She was rubbing at her ears and wincing, and Jean was reading over read-outs with Hank. The shortest female in the little group looked around at the others but promptly froze stiff at the sight of the x-ray images lining the large flat-screen wall in the room. Her eyebrows high on her forehead. [i Fucking shit.] That was the only thought that ran through the Wolverine's mind as she took in the information that was available on the screen alongside the images. Eyes flickering rapidly as she took it all in and her memory took route and perfectly preserved everything like it was usual to.
[b "I always had a hunch I was metal all the way through with my bones, like I told the blue-guy and you,"] She gestured towards Scott, [b "But... this is fucking shit. How [i am] I alive! Doctor Gray—Jean, yeah?—is right! How the fuck am I alive!? It literally makes no sense."] The short brunette with anger issues gestured towards the screen in extreme agitation. Not in anger at what she was seeing, but rather because it didn't make sense on a scientific level.
So, Charles took the opportunity to distract them all from the disturbing discovery that had been officially made. [#216bb5 "You know of sciences and biology quite well then, Lauren?"] Professor Xavier asked, and she startled just slightly before turning her attention towards him and giving a movement that combined a nod and a shrug.
[b "I know lots of things...."] Wolverine decided it wouldn't hurt to give a little more information and added on, [b "Me knowing lots of things in depth is kinda helped by my mind that, besides from before 15 years ago, seems to remember absolutely everything I've ever seen or read."]
At this, the Professor gave an encouraging smile to his newest wayward mutant. [#216bb5 "Then lets all move onto the academic and mental-tactile exams for the time being, hm?"] Charles looked at the four others in the room and smile a little more properly, [#216bb5 "Perhaps even a small text in the 'Danger Room' on a light setting to blow off some speed? Test your physical and mutational abilities and you can show your abilities in a more... proper setting than breaking things in the kitchen."]
Lauren blinked, but then grinned a bit as she absentmindedly gave lots of bonus points to the older mutant in her mental 'Okay, Meh, Fuck You' bingo-book.
[b "Now that sounds more like my favorite kind of things."]
Scott can practically feel Hank's excitement and anxious emotions as soon as they enter the lab. [i "It's about time. I thought you were doing your best to keep her from me,"] the blue mutant states as he gathers more vials.
[b "I don't think that would be physically possible, even if I wanted to,"] Scott answers in return.
He hears Lauren apologize, and turns to face her, only to find her looking back at him, gesturing to his bruised neck. [b "It's fine,"] Scott responds. [b "We might not all have your healing capabilities, but this will hardly bother me in a few days. Just don't expect to get the upper hand on me again."] Though his voice is serious, his lips twitch slightly with a smile.
[i "Now that you two aren't at each other's throats - literally - anymore, we can get started with the next tests. Hank is going to take tissue samples, blood samples, and then I will conduct a physical examination. After that, we can do the x-ray,"] Jean lists off the plan as she gathers her supplies.
Hank beams and holds up a needle. [i "I'll be gentle, I promise."]
[b "I think we need a new welcoming team,"] Scott mutters to the Professor, who merely smiles.
In Hank's excitement, he finishes his tests in record time. He had numbed her arm for the tissue sample, which was really a nice way of saying that he cut a small piece of flesh from her, and practically squealed when he watched it grow back with fascination. Jean is more clinical, and the men are ordered to leave the room for her examination.
They aren't called back until Lauren is put in to the x-ray scanner, at which point they all take seats around the screen like it's about to start a movie. What appears before them stops their thoughts. [i "Oh my god,"] Hank breathes.
Lauren hadn't been expecting such a long and detailed answer. Well... she [i had] been, but in all honesty she had thought it would be some sort of "We are fighting for the greater good, we are the good guys!" sort of spiel. The honest words, ones that sounded genuine and didn't seem to be painting this "X-Men" thin in a fully holier-than-though light did catch her interest. So by the time Scott suggested they head back she was already to the point of mulling over her thoughts in silent debates that shot left, right, up, down, and every other angle with points and cases.
The visor-wearing male's own question is enough to catch her off guard. She doesn't stutter a single step as they continued to walk but she had reared up slightly with raised eyebrows due to her surprise. It is her turn to be silent for a few minutes but it's as they reach an elevator that she finally gave a small shrug and answered with an honest, [b "Probably not the kind of person anyone would want on their team, bub. Something both sides of the cone should think about."]
Soon enough they are in the labs that the two had 'meet' in earlier, and it's as they enter the main science-y looking room that Lauren pauses a step. The Professor and both of the school's two resident doctors/scientists are already there and present. One for her health and the other for the wealth of DNA she can give. Probably her health too, but still, the blue guy was excited for a very specific thing regardless.
[#bf0d39 "Is something wrong?"] The redhead, Jean, asked of her after noticing her having stopped in the doorway, but the Wolverine doesn't answer her. She hesitates before turning her attention over to Scott once more. [b "I'm sorry, by the way, for uh...."] She raised a hand and gestured almost weakly towards his bruised throat, [b "The thing."] The apology was awkward but sincere all the same.
The Professor looked like he was more pleased than anything in the world to see the still semi-stranger of a gruff woman apologize, Hank looked like he was getting antsy to get things going, and Jean cast Scott a half-pointed look to make sure he'd respond to their guest.
It's kind of a loaded question, and Scott takes a few minutes before he figures out how he wants to answer it. [b "The name obvious comes from Charles founding the team. X for Xavier. He's dedicated a lot of his time to train us, so we could learn how to use our gifts to help people. He wants the world to see us just like they do other people. We're not a threat. Most of us aren't any ways. But the bad ones have done a good job of making us seem dangerous to the public. Charles wants to combat that image. He wants to help make the world better. So, he founded the X-Men. When he deems you ready and in control of yourself, you become part of the team. We go where we're needed, to eliminate threats that the not-good guys cause."]
He gives her a look out of the corner of his eye. [b "You had the pleasure of meeting one of them. Sabretooth. One of Magneto's goonies. They've done their best to spread this image of mutant superiority. They kill anyone that gets in their way. Our job has been to keep them under control whenever we can."]
It was an exhausting routine, but it was second nature at this point. At least once a month they were flying off to some part of the world, undermining the Brotherhood's plans before they can get too far. Unfortunately, Magneto was always smart enough to not travel with his followers. Even more unfortunate is that they haven't been able to track him as of yet.
[b "We just want to help people. That's what the X-Men are about. And despite what the kids seem to think, graduating does not automatically qualify you for the team. We want to make sure that they are capable of handling what is out there, for their own safety. It's not just about their power control, but about their temperament. They could have the best control of their powers, but if they're a hothead, they're going to lose control regardless."]
They'd had a few students push the limits of what was allowed under the rules of the Institute. They only thing they'd qualified for was a place on the red flag list to be monitored closely. Before he can touch on the subject more, Charles interrupts his thoughts. [b "We'd better get back. Dr McCoy is getting anxious to get his hands on your blood. Which honestly is not weird, once you get to know him."]
The walk back towards the mansion is almost peaceful with how quiet it is, with only the dull roar of students hurrying around the building. [b "Think it's something you'd be up for? Fighting for the team?"]
Her voice remained at bay as the mutant male said all he did, she casually leaning against the stall of Houdini. She'd be lying if she tried to claim that what he was saying didn't ease some nerve inside of her that had been refusing to let go lax. Was his answer the kind she was looking for? Had he answered correctly? Had she found what she had been looking for in his words?
[b "Hm.... Alright then."] She said nothing more than that. Not agreeing that she'd give them a chance, or saying that she didn't trust them a bit. Just those four simple words.
Lauren turned, giving a few more soft strokes to Houdini's snout before stepping away from his stale, [b "How about you tell me what the 'X-Men' is, then? One of those kids earlier mentioned it."] A single brown eyebrow arched up, [b "What exactly is that? A dramatic boy-band?"] A small smirk curled her lips as she looked at him expectantly. Despite the joking tone there was genuine desire for a real, serious answer upon her face.
However, unknown to the female it was within seconds of her question having been asked that a certain wheelchair-bound mutant sent out a mental call to the male beside her.
[i [#216bb5 /+//Scott? Bring our new friend back down to the labs, would you? Hank is getting antsy for the blood he promised and Jean wants to continue the medical exam she didn't get to finish earlier.//+/]]
Seconds after Charles' voice finished speaking within Scott's head the loud, toiling bell rang loudly and spread throughout the entire property of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters to single the end of the last classes of the day for a majority of the students. A majority of the elective classes, including the baseball and basketball sports classes, would still be active for another half hour.
[b "It honestly wouldn't surprise me if Kitty taught him some of her tricks. It's funny to everyone else, but I'm the one who has to chase his arrogant ass around the grounds to get him to come in from the fields during his escape attempts. We even double locked his stall, and by midnight, he was eating the flowers from the courtyard gardens,"] Scott makes a face at the proud pony, who appears to be mocking him right back.
The students were responsible for caring for the horses, and Houdini was easily their favourite. He had an attitude that matched theirs, and provided hours of entertainment. Go figure that Lauren would bond with him. [b "Just don't give him any ideas. He's smart enough as it is."]
Scott leans against the stall of Blitzkrieg, a chesnut stallion who stuck his face over the side of the door to get rubs along his snout. [b "I could stand here all day and give you reasons why this place is not only safer for you, but can also help you. But, something tells me that you're not easily persuaded. Given your apparent lack of history, I guess I can't really blame you."] He pauses for a moment to brush the horse's hair from his eyes. [b "All I can tell you is that this place has helped a lot of people. Kitty couldn't look anyone in the eye for the first month that she was here. Jubilee was terrified that she was going to hurt someone. Most of the students that you've seen here have felt like monsters at one time or another. Our job is to teach them that they are far from it."]
Scott steps away from the horse and comes to lean against Houdini's stall door. [b "We dedicate our lives to protecting people. That isn't to say you need protection. It's clear that you can handle yourself. But that doesn't just mean physical protection or help. Charles sees something in you. He's saved us all. He wants to give you all the help he can for you to learn more about yourself. I can't convince you to stay, but I can promise that you won't be commanded while you're here. There are rules of the mansion, but nothing that would take away your freedoms. You can leave at any time. He's just asking you to give this place a chance."]
He flinches away as Houdini nips at him. [b "You can even have personal responsibility over this little bastard."]
Her brown eye roved every which way as she was led through a couple more hallways, out to the grounds of the school, and then past children of various ages doing many activities about the acres of land.
[i Making this place just like any other boarding school in the country? I'm sure there isn't a single one in America that offers such a large variety all at the same time.] Those were her thoughts but she kept them to herself.
Soon enough they entered the stables and after the naming of each and every large creature, she was soon brought to the stall of none other than the mentioned escape artist.
She walked over to the half-door that kept the animal in, eyeballing the white-and-black creature with a thoughtful expression. Even if it was a 'miniature' animal it was still taller than her. [b "Maybe he's a mutant too; the poor thing just wanting equal education for all mammals of the 'super' variety."] Her tone was forcefully serious, she reaching out a hand to the mentioned pony who instantly moved forward to sniff her palm. [b "Or maybe this tricky guy is just smarter than you, Summers."] A grin morphed into view and the brunette couldn't help but snicker as Houdini seemed to whine in agreement to her statement before nuzzling at her hand.
The tough and gruff, short-stature Wolverine admittedly petted the horse with a gentle touch and an endeared expression faintly visible upon her face. In the same instance, it should be just as admitted that her teasing—quite obviously—held no genuine hostility. She still didn't find herself liking this man as a person, but he didn't seem like as much as an asshole in the past bit as he did almost over an hour prior.
[b "So..."] She began, removing her hand from petting the animal and turning her attention to Scott. [b "If I were to ask you about why I should trust you and everyone in this school, what would you say to convince me? If I were to ask you what this school could give me, as a person who has made their known life filled with fighting to get what they need, what would you offer?"] Her arms crossed over her chest, and eyebrow arched as she awaited an answer. Her questioning wasn't challenging, just sizing; she wanted to see what kind of answers he'd given. One thing she'd learn in her fifteen years of memories is that a person's answers to questions tell a lot of things.
The way the taller mutant answered could be hinging on Lauren's entire viewpoint of the Xavier Institute.
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