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Post by txep on Jun 15, 2011 4:18:09 GMT 2
What seemed like a dark figure plodded along in warn and tattered hardsouled boots. Hours of endless walking over cold unforgiving blacktop, the man finally stopped looking ahead of him. Thick evergreens encrouched around the road, lining the road like guards lining the path of royalty to the roads destination. Cold grey eyes scanned the area, about a quarter mile ahead of his feet was large stone pillars with a massive steel gate inbetween them. From the distance, he could only see a sign on the right pillar, barely able to make out the biggest words Xavier's School.
For most it would be harder for them to see at the setting sun when all was hazy grey out, but for Wenzel the darkness was more a friend to his eyes. His eyes adjusted like that of an animals to the light of night, eluminating everything in the dark making it easy to hunt and see at night. Letting out a heavy sigh Wenzel now stepped up to the gate, only a foot away from it now, it was tall and rather welcoming. to the eye. Extending a hand from the long sleeves of his black leather trench coat, claw tipped fingers hovered over the Xavier sign. Fully sharp after only trimming and dulling his claws hours ago, they were back to being leathel again.
Looking up the male mutant knelt down and jumped upwards, setting his hands on the pillars once to help him pounce to the top. Wenzel crouched at the top and looked at the trail that led after the gates, surely most at this supposed school should be to sleep already. He knew it would be trespassing to continue and set foot forth, but his curioustiy was to strong, he'd heard so many rumors and hear-say of this place, a school of mutants. Was it real? Was there such a place they were not thought of as Monsters? Were they actually accepted somewhere?
All these questions had run through Wenzel's mind for years since he'd first come to the states. His path had never come so close yet to the New York state let alone the hometown of this school. Tredding lightly the mutant approached the massive building, it reminded him of the who knows how many universities he'd seen in his life. What was so different about this place, it looked like a normal private college. Wenzel looked into the front windows first, he paused, did he really want to enter this place. How did he know it wasn't one of the mutant lab places he'd heard about? Perhaps this one only portrayed itself as a school to lure mutants in to then capture them and do tests on them or put the down like stray animals.
Unsure he still went forth, slower step by step up to the enterance door. The young looking man looked over the door again tilling his hat up a bit, "Why have I come here?" He asked himself, his german accent still thick in his words as he spoke the english language that most Americans spoke. Wenzel daringly raised a fist and knocked on the door, not thinking there would be a responce. He waited though, smelling the air for any scents that would drift through the cracks of the door if someone came to answer it at such a late hour of the day. By now the sun was gone with only a glow trailing its path in the sky behind the evergreens. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 16, 2011 9:28:47 GMT 2
Xavier was not sleeping he was in his office trying to keep on top of the work when he heard the door. he closed his eyes and sent out his mind and had a look at the person it was young man clearly he was nerves and a mutant. he thought for a second about talking to him in his mind. With the fears and questions in his mind he thought better of it. he listened in to his thoughts as he made his way to the door.
It still felt odd walking again and he it felt strange and still new so much so that he tried to walk everywhere for him it was refreshing a sensation most would not understand. he got to the door and opened it. "hello can i help you?" he spoke in fluent German he hoped it would make the man feel more at home.
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Post by txep on Jun 18, 2011 3:47:55 GMT 2
Jerking his head around he looked around him searching for someone. There was a presence of another around him, it felt as if they were right next to him, he smelt no one, saw no one. His lips curled back showing his deadly elongated cat like canines growling. He knew this feeling before and knew it had to be sometype of mutant with mental powers.
Wenzel stopped moments before the door was opened, the scent of the man was a mutant of course, older and well matured in the use and knowings of mutant powers. By the sounds of his foot steps it seemed like it was light, springy steps of relief. Then the door creaked open, he stepped back in alert. Confusion rolled across Wenzel's face as the bald man spoke in his native language and rather quite well,
He stood for a few seconds, his shadowy grey eyes scanning over the man. "I'm not sure Sir. I don't even know why I'm here myself." He replied back in German, in his mind though Rude of you to read my mind with out my approval.. The words in his mind were in english with a low growl tone with it. It was obvious Wenzel had a temper like his ancestors he has yet to know about. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 18, 2011 19:05:39 GMT 2
"well that is why we are here to help those who need it now tell me are you hungry? please come in" he opened the door fully with a welcoming smile. "we are a school and we do not want any trouble." he started to head towards the kitchen, the young man would be a fool if he did not think they would be able to defend them selfs more and more people were coming. he just hoped that he could help this man become better than the anger that was inside of him. he could sense it you did not have to be a telepath to sense it.
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Post by txep on Jun 18, 2011 23:25:07 GMT 2
Wenzel kept his lip sealed listening to the man, something about the guy presented to him he deserved a high level of respect. HIs brow twitched slightly at the comment of the school not wanting trouble, did he look that indicating about easily attracting trouble? Glancing over his shoulders suttly before stepping in, making sure there was nothing watching or creeping in on them. He shut the door behind him and took his hat off.
"I won't be trouble if no one starts trouble with me Sir." He tone still a bit cold, but it was ment to have slight humor in the seriousness of the comment. Wenzel followed Xavier not knowing where they heading till they were there. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 18, 2011 23:36:02 GMT 2
"that is all i ask of those who live at the school no mater how long they stay for. I do gather you came here because you were looking for some place to stay. After all us mutants have to stay together. " he smiled softly as he looked at the man. he hoped that he could help this man. He wondered what it was about the boy that reminded him of some one else and who it was.
"so tell me how is it you came about this place."
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Post by txep on Jun 18, 2011 23:47:28 GMT 2
Looking around the place everystep he took noticing all detail in wood, metal, tile surfaces. When in the kitchen he found a spot on the counter to lean against, "Only able find a few mutants here and there." He commented as he set his hat on the counter then dug in the deep pockets of his trench coat pulling out a cigerette and lighter. As he started lighting the cig he looked up at Xavier, "Heard rumors." He said shruggin his shoulders put lighter back in his pocket and taking a long drag. . |
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Post by xavier on Jun 19, 2011 21:28:18 GMT 2
"this is a no smoking school if you wish to smoke please go out side to one of the smoking areas. It is however good to know that mutants are able to find us here but that means so can people wishing us harm." that was the worrying part of all this that some one could find them and try and take the children away and use them for god knows what. he hoped that it would not happen but only a fool would rest on hope.
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Post by txep on Jun 20, 2011 0:34:27 GMT 2
Wenzel gave a confuse 'oh crap' look about his cigerette, he looked around thinking where to put it out before resorting to his own hand. Sink! He took a few steps over to it and soaked the tip after he flipped the handle. "Sorry about that." He appoligized realizing he hadn't asked first.
Leaning back against the counter, his right hand dug in his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. He started to cut off the tips of his claws. "It wasn't that easy finding people that knew the place. Only in last year did I find the city location, before that it was about ten years ago when I was hunting in Canada for a winter." He explained a slight bit as it had been a struggle to figure out if this place was real. After cutting a 1/4 inch off every claw he pulled out a heavy duty file. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 20, 2011 17:46:40 GMT 2
"No matter you are here now and we will do our best to help you and keep you safe like any one else who come threw those doors. There is rules however we do not tolerate violence or aggression to other students. Personally some students may find what you are doing a bit upsetting. i gather that your mutation is a physical based one?" he tried to place the claws some thing about them reminded him of someone, but right now he could not place it.
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Post by txep on Jun 21, 2011 1:37:01 GMT 2
Wenzel nodded, "That it is." he replied to his mutation being a physical, his voice was not that inthused about it either. He looked at his claws wondering why it would be upnerving for him to try and get rid of them. To him he was getting rid of an unwanted dangerous aspect of his body. He looked back up at Xavier, "You honestly think this place could help me?" A sliver of hope had slithered into Wen's mind.
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Post by xavier on Jun 22, 2011 9:20:52 GMT 2
"It depends on what help you need. what is it you are looking for here?" he was intrested at what the man wanted out of the school. he would have to let Rouge know there was a new student here. He had given her the responsibility of the dorms and studenst. "we have helped many people in our time but as i have said it depends what you want for help and if you are willing to work for it."
The young man looked as if he wanted a place to fit in be apart of a home. "do you have any family at all? it dose not matter if you have runaway from them or not?" he did hope it not another runaway the story was all so common at the moment a young person fearing the reaction of his parents run home.
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Post by txep on Jun 23, 2011 2:29:21 GMT 2
Wen chuckled finishing filing the last of his claws down, best attempt he could at making the pointless, flattish on to and a slight curve on the ends like normal human nails. He put the file back in his pocket and then leaned back resting his hands on the counter at his sides, " Run away no. As far as they care, I was hung to death almost fifty years ago after a sentence in jail...." He paused surprised he'd said anything, he hadn't told a soul that since he technically rose form the grave. "......They wouldn't care if I was alive anyway, I was born a curse to the woman whom birthed me." Wenzel's voice got a bit hard and sour at the end, he still had unsettled feelings about his family and they were evident now that he'd thought of them.
Sighing and looking off at one of the door windows, " Not sure if I'd fit into any of the classes, most of the students here are probably young runts just fresh from human world. Honestly it'd be nice just to have a place to relax at and not have to worry of glancing over my shoulder for the next brute to stab me in the back." He spoke. Having a bit of dealing of both gangs or mobsters as you could say in Germany and in the Americas. As well very rarely had he met a good natured mutant that wasn't out to attack him for being in their territory. To many mutants in one area would cause trouble they would always say. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 23, 2011 9:05:15 GMT 2
"We have some older students who are studding for university degrees and even PHD's some of them are unable to attend a normal university so we give them the chance here to do that. so if you want to take classes you will be encouraged after all this is a school. We do not judge here every one is welcome here as long as they follow the rules we have here.
We do ask that you do not bring any unwanted attention to the school we are i am afraid to say not welcome in the world and as much as i would like it otherwise we are not known to the public. I think you could fit in nicely here."
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Post by txep on Jun 24, 2011 1:24:46 GMT 2
"I should not be of any significance to anyone for them to be tracking me." Wenzel reasured as his thoughts could think of no one. He was a bit surprised the bald man did not even seem to be bothered by his comment of his family, or how long ago it'd happened with only looking maybe 27 at the most. He thought unsure of what this place could offer, "I barely remember study of jouvinal high, what are some of the courses here that I could even benefit from or even help me with anything in this world?" Wen thought as he figured if he was going to try and get a job or something they'd see his unnatural claws and say no anyway in fear. He knew his best aspects were physical and leathel to do harm against others, how was he to turn that around and pushed the feral rage away. |
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