| Becoming X; Chapter Two, Introductions | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 6 2010, 11:22 PM (248 Views) | |
| LoganActor | Mar 6 2010, 11:22 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter Two Headmaster’s Office, Xavier’s School For Gifted Children, Westchester, New York December 20, 1723 hours Liam knocked on the door to the headmaster’s office, where Logan had sent him upon Laura prying his hands off of the Blackbird’s controls. He was to meet with whichever headmaster was in the office at the time, introduce himself, and tell them that he was the new survival instructor Logan had found. He didn’t know what to expect with either person, as neither Logan nor Laura had given him a personality description on either one. The only thing Logan had said was that “Slim”, whom Liam assumed to be Scott Summers, was a “boy scout who needs his clock cleaned fer takin’ up with ‘Frosty the Snowbitch’”. Liam wasn’t sure what any of that meant, but he was relatively sure it would prove to be an interesting experience. “Come in.” a male voice came from within the office, and Liam pushed the door open, setting his duffel bag just inside. He found an expansive library, with a huge sunset filled bay window on the far wall. In front of the window was a wide desk, with only a blotter, a pen set, and a name plate on it. In front of the desk was a pair of tall backed chairs, and behind the desk, in the headmaster’s seat, was a relatively young man in a blue sweatshirt and red tinted sunglasses. Standing next to him, in a white corseted body suit, with an honest to goodness fur lined cape, was one of the most strikingly beautiful blonde women Liam had ever seen. Perfect hair, blue eyes so bright they almost glowed, an amazing body (that couldn’t be entirely natural), and attitude to spare. The only thing that ruined the effect was the frown on her face. She’d probably be a lot prettier if she smiled. Liam took two steps into the office and felt an unsubtle brush against his mind, like a toothbrush scraping the surface of his brain. He scowled, and wondered how long it would take her to get the message that he didn’t like being mind probed if he tossed one of his telekinetic tangles in her face. “I’d have turned your mind to a puddle of pissing itself goo before you summoned the strength of will to do it, my dear boy.” the blonde said coldly. “And you and I both know I’m gorgeous.” “So you are. And if you don’t like what’s rattling around in my head, quit listening.” he said, letting his mind go blank. Liam’s scowl softened, as his thoughts faded away, along with his expression. One of the advantages to being a Ranger was the advanced mental discipline you gained with their advanced training. Sometimes hiding what you were thinking, on your face as well as inside your head, was a necessity. In the age of telepaths and mind control devices, the Army had added mental strengthening to their training programs for Special Forces troops. While he couldn’t actively resist a mind probe by even the least skilled telepath, he could clear his mind, and toughen his mental shields enough to make it harder for them to scan his surface thoughts. Broadcast enough mental white noise and she’d have to push harder to reach what he was really thinking. And even then, if he quieted his thoughts enough, stopped thinking, she wouldn’t be able to get much more than a mild sense of annoyance from him without forcing herself into his mind. “You must be ‘Frosty’. It’s nice to meet you.” he said pleasantly. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, and again her mind brushed against his, making the inside of his skull itch. She wasn’t exerting herself yet, but she was making her presence known. “It’s not nice to be evasive.” she said. “It’s not nice to rub the inside of a stranger’s head raw just because you can.” he replied. Her frown turned into a suspicious look, and then a slight smirk. “Touché. Have a seat, my boy.” she said, gesturing to the tall backed chairs. He smiled, nodded, and sat, though he didn’t really care for the way she called him ‘my boy’. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered him, but she made it sound like she actually owned him. The man in the glasses folded his hands on the desk, giving Liam an appraising look. “So, you’re the private investigator that helped Logan track down Laura.” said the man. Liam nodded. “I am. Liam Kynde, at your service. Happy to have helped.” “And you think that entitles you to a spot here at the Institute?” the man asked. “Wait, what?” Liam asked, a little taken aback. “There was a time, long ago, that this school would accept anyone who happened to be a mutant. Now, we have to be more selective. You can’t just help out one of our more tenuous members and expect to waltz in here unrestrained.” the man said, frowning. “There are requirements and rules that must be followed, and acceptance protocols that must be met. So far, you’ve met none of them.” “Woah, woah. I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding here.” Liam said. “Logan offered me a place to stay, to learn how to control my powers better, maybe do some good in the world for my kind. That’s all.” He glanced at the blonde, whose face was impassive. “Would you help me out here, Frosty? Tell him I’m telling the truth. I’m not looking for a handout or anything. I just want to help.” She squinted at him and sighed. “He’s telling the truth, as far as he knows it.” she said, and Liam kicked himself for letting his mental control slip. “Don’t beat yourself up, my boy. I’m just that good.” Liam shook his head, and looked back to the man. “Look, Slim, if me being here is a problem for you or your people, I can leave. This was a “give it a shot and see” kind of deal, so it’s no loss if it doesn’t work out.” Liam said, rising out of the seat. “Say the word and I’m on a plane back to LA and out of your hair.” “Don’t be so hasty, Mister Kynde.” the man in the glasses said, raising a hand to stop Liam. “If you’ll forgive us, this meeting wasn’t all it seems.” “It seems to me that you’re trying to look out for your people, and weed out those that might do damage to the people you’re looking out for.” Liam said, not moving for the door, but not sitting back down either. “Alright, it’s exactly what it seems. But you passed. With flying colors.” he said. “Other than that whole ‘Slim and Frosty’ business, I’d say you’re going to fit in here very well.” Liam allowed a tentative smile to cross his face. “Well, in all fairness, neither of you introduced yourselves.” The man chuckled, and stood up, offering his hand. “Fair enough. I’m Scott Summers, one of the school’s headmasters. I’m also the X-Men’s field leader.” he said, shaking Liam’s hand with a firm grip. “It’s good to have you with us, Mister Kynde.” “Liam, please. Good to meet you, Mister Summers.” “Scott, please.” Liam nodded, and offered his hand to the blonde. “Emma.” she said, shaking his hand with her gloved fingers, as if it was made of something unpleasant. ‘Miss Frost if you’re nasty.’ raced through Liam’s head unbidden, and he blushed instantly. For her part, she didn’t react visibly, but he heard her voice in his head. ‘I heard that.’ Her voice echoed in his head, much less abrasively, as she released his hand. ‘And you have no idea.’ He got the distinct impression that she was teasing, not offering. A slight dip of her head confirmed it. ‘That’s right. You’ll never know.’ Well, at least he knew where he stood with her. He supposed that was good. Though why she felt the need to make it clear was…well, unclear. Maybe she’d had problems in the past with new recruits. He supposed it didn’t matter. “What do you say we get you settled in?” Scott asked, still smiling. Liam nodded brightly. “Great. I don’t have that much to settle, though. Just one duffel.” he said. “You’d be surprised how many people arrive here with just one duffel.” Scott said, coming around the desk and clapping a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll have one of the students show you to your room. You’ll be living in the second floor of the faculty dorm. You’re expected to do a night watch shift at least twice a month. And we’ll get your classes set up properly once you feel ready to take on students.” Liam nodded. “Sounds good. I’m eager to get started.” he said, picking up his duffel bag and walking out of the office with Scott next to him. As they turned the corner, Liam found himself face to face with a quickly forming pool of mercury. The silvery metal rose up from the floor, forming a vaguely humanoid shape that rapidly resolved itself into a young woman with red hair, silver skin and eyes, and a bright metallic smile. “Miss Frost said that we have a new instructor who needs the tour.” she said to Scott, staring Liam up and down. “Yeah. Cessily Kincaid, Liam Kynde, one of Logan’s…friends. He’s going to be teaching survival, evasion, and combat, once the holiday break is over.” Scott said. “Hey, nice to meet you.” Liam said, nodding. “You too, Slick. Come on. We’ll get you settled in.” she said, sliding up next to him and taking his arm. Liam turned to Scott as Cessily pulled him off down the hall. “Thanks, Scott. I’ll try not to let you down.” he said. Scott said something about not worrying about it too much, but he was drowned out by Cessily’s chatter. “So, I hear you’ve got something going on with Laura. You should know, she’s my best friend and if you hurt her…” Liam saw Cessily’s fingers elongate into sharp talons, and he realized how hard her skin was under his arm. “Uh, right.” he muttered as they walked. “Good. Now, what exactly is your class going to be like? Because if it’s anything like Logan’s classes, you won’t make any friends in the student body.” Cessily went on like that as they moved on down the hall. Liam wondered if he’d ever actually make it to his room. |
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| Cat | Mar 7 2010, 03:00 AM Post #2 |
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lol. Good update. |
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| Gorvar | Mar 7 2010, 03:41 AM Post #3 |
Self claimed fanfic critic.
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Your chapter has allready scored full points with 'Frosty the snowbitch'. Right on dude! |
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| LoganActor | Mar 7 2010, 06:04 AM Post #4 |
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Plays Logan on TV!
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*chuckles* Glad yall liked it |
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