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Post by xavier on Jun 24, 2011 9:35:11 GMT 2
"We can arrange anything you want we have basic schooling for the younger we have people studding for phd in several subjects. We can help you develop core skill's h if you want to learn it i am positive we can find some one to teach you. i have an arrangement with a university so that any qualification you get are valid. We also have mutant based classes such as power development and ethics of power use." he picked up a small flyer and handed it to the man it told him about what the school offered.
"You dont have to make your mind up just now rest on it for a few days and get to know the others maybe some of them will help you. we are a family here and look out for one another."
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Post by txep on Jun 27, 2011 15:08:07 GMT 2
Wenzel took the flyer and fingered over it scanning over bullets and paragraph titles. "Not sure if developing my mutation power any more would even be ethical in anyway." He chuckled dryly a bit serious about the comment he made. He was currently reading more on the details of what the school was about and offered.
After he got done looking at the profile he looked up at the man, "Sir I don't think I ever gave my name. I'm Wenzel Grimwald." He offered a hand to shake to Xavier. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 27, 2011 20:13:45 GMT 2
"Charles Xavier it is a pleasure to meet you." he took the mans hand and shook it. "how would improving control of your power be unethical?" he was always interested in the views of the people who lived in his school. clearly the mans powers were offensive rather than defensive "shall we take you to a room so you can get adjusted to the school?"
He tried to think which rooms were free at this rate he may have to build an new extension to house all the students the house could only hold so much before they became over crowded and they were geting that way as it was.
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Post by txep on Jun 27, 2011 22:01:34 GMT 2
Wenzel stood up from leaning on the counter and grabbed his hat. It was odd to be accepted so quickly and to be offered a place so easily. People now a days were sketchy and to wary of being kind or nice even to another normal human let alone a mutant. "Honestly only thing I could actually need help on is to work on is controlling.....the feral side." He said getting ready to follow Xavier, he wasn't sure the reaction he'd get from mentioning that. Wen truely didn't like that side of him, he seen it as he evil side he couldn't control. What he didn't know was that side of him was pretty much just how Sabertooth was all the time, mercless blood thirsty killer. |
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Post by xavier on Jun 29, 2011 9:22:59 GMT 2
"well you are not the first feral mutant we have and i dont think that you will be the last one who come threw those doors. I may even have to start a class to help you all with that problem two of our teaching staff have problem with feral sides and one of them has several PHD's in things from robotics to genetic engenering. so it is nothing we can not deal with. It dose take some work on your part i am afraid so lets hope you are not afraid of hard work."
he reached a door and handed the man a key. "this is your room for as long as you want it." he took a steep back and waited for the boy. he was glad people could come to the school for help as and when they needed it. This meant that things were working.
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Post by txep on Jun 30, 2011 4:09:57 GMT 2
It perked Wenzel's hopes to hear there were other mutants here with physical mutations that were hard to hand. Made him feel not so different from others in a way. He followed Xavier till they stood infront of a door that led into a bedroom, he figured as he was handed a key. "I appreciate your hospitality Sir Xavier. " He said placing the key into the lock, " Is there anyone I should avoid here or will everyone be as accepting as you?" Wenzel asked as he creeked open the door, room still dark inside. He did not want to bump into anyone that would see him as a threat on site or would mistake him as someone else they didn't like. As he'd been in that situation before lately and didn't want it to reoccur. |
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Post by xavier on Jul 1, 2011 17:39:03 GMT 2
"most people will take you as you are here. I will not tell any one who to talk to and who not to talk to. some people are trouble and some will be kind to you. All you need to do is find your place in this school and you will be fine. Now i will leave you to settle in to the room. Rouge will be round at some point she in charge of the dorms and the students. I think you two may get on like a house on fire. good night Mr Grimwald." he offered the man his hand one last time.
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Post by txep on Jul 2, 2011 0:25:42 GMT 2
Wenzel took ahold of his hand and shook it firmly, "Thankyou Sir Xavier. I'll keep an ear open for when she makes her rounds." He waited till the man started to walk away before he entered his room and closed the door. It was all decent dorm roomsize, dresser, bed, bedside table, closet, window. All the norm for a dormroom, nothing he didn't expect.
Letting out a sigh of relief he sat down on the bed he was designated to have. This was not how he had expected this night to go, if anything he'd thought he'd been yeld at and chased off for trespassing or captured. Hell for all they knew he was a spy trying to get intell, but he supposed this Charles Xavier read his mind enough to know he wasn't that.
The room was still dark but he could easily see just as fine in the dark. His hand set loosly curled on his knees, he extended a hand and looked at his claws. Wenzel slowly extended them, they grew from normal length to a full 4 inches. He knew they were of bone stronger than any feline or canine claw, or any tusk or hoof or horn. They could slice through flesh so easily, he thought as he slowly ran the tips of his right claws over the top of his left hand. Gritting his teeth as blood was drawn, he could feel every bit of pain, if anything it was more amplified than that of a humans, as his skin quickly healed after. He could endure pain much longer than any regular being and could be continued to be tortured with no signs. "There is no way these are ment for good, perhaps I am the demon they say my father was." Wenzel snarled clenching his fists, retracting his claws. He fell back on his bed sighing trying to get rid of the thoughts. |
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