Children of the Atom [X-Men RP]

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"We are gathered her today... to... we are gathered HERE today to... my apologies," Kurt Wagner stood in front of the largest procession of people he had ever seen before. The, normally, quite expansive grounds surrounding Breakstone Lake were now occupied quite tightly by the largest gathering of mutants that Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning had ever seen. That the world had ever seen. Kurt Wagner had at many times in his life felt like an outcast because of his appearance, but today he stood in front of so many people of different sizes, shapes, and backgrounds that nobody could truly feel strange. Kurt smiled weakly as he looked to the casket that held the man who made this gathering possible in more ways than one and found his resolve.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of one extraordinary man. Professor Charles Francis Xavier. A man whose reputation is only exceeded by the love that existed in his heart for all who walked God's green Earth. My name is Father Kurt Wagner and While Charles himself was not a Catholic, much like most of you I'd wager, it was Charles' intention and my honor to speak with you on this solemn day.

"Charles Xavier, like many of us, was born with a gift. An ability that far surpassed the abilities of any modern technology and will dwarf any future innovations. I am not talking about his impressive telepathic abilities. No. I am talking about Charles' gift to unite people. To take different men and women from all walks of life, give them purpose, and guide them to a better future. It is apt that we stand here to honor him," Kurt lifted a blue hand to the Xavier Institute that stood a few yards behind them, "The place where so many of us came together to join him on that journey to a better future.

"His 'X-Men' they called us. To most of us though it was more than just a team. We didn't pull on ill-fitting, garishly yellow, and X-emblazoned uniforms because we were commanded to. We stood together throughout the years because Xavier did not create a team, he created a family. A family that grew and grew just as the scope of Xavier's vision did. The only tragedy...," Kurt gave into one last moment of weakness before swiftly brushing away a few rogue tears.

"The only tragedy is that Charles Xavier no is longer on this journey with us. To a world where nobody is judged for the abilities that they possess, but by what they do with those gifts. Let us all honor Charles Xavier by continuing as he made us. United."

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The rest of the funeral proceeded about how funerals are expected to go. The pallbearers: Cyclops, Beast, Iceman, Angel, Moira MacTaggert, and Magneto brought the casket up a slight hill where a few other graves existed and his body laid to rest. All stood in a few moments of silence before the amassed crowd were directed down to the Institute where the post funeral reception was being held.

 

[Green Ranger]

"I didn't know Charles," Adrian Douglas said to the group that had formed during the wake that followed the funeral. Countless mutants had assembled to mourn the passing of the legendary man, the figurehead for so many mutants, a man who had brought together so many, stood against some of the most powerful and infamous of all mutantkind, and had remained a pillar of the mutant community throughout his career and life.

For Adrian, this was especially awkward, not having known the man and all.

"I mean, he's responsible for me being here, and the Institute he founded help discern my powers and whatnot, but I mean...I've only been here a few weeks, and he wasn't exactly in a condition to greet me at the front gate, after all. I guess it's hard to get choked up about a man you didn't know, who established a cause that didn't affect you until recently. Hell, I'm still getting used to the whole 'you're a mutant,' thing. And yet everyone here seems so casual about it being able to fly, or controlling weather, or...being blue...er, no offense to the er...blue people here," he said, as a particularly blue woman with orange hair glanced over her shoulder and looked at him, in an expression that could only be described as a glare. Fairly deserved, he supposed, for being so...god, what would you even call it? Specist? That didn't seem right. Were mutants a species? They were all so different. And as far as the whole 'on a scale of one to..being a blue chick' thing went, Adrian barely registered. He was just a guy who could move stuff with his mind, after all. And even then, it was only small stuff. He'd heard stories of one mutant who had psychic powers, but Adrian didn't exactly see himself bursting into flame in the near future.

No, he was just some guy who had a limited psychic ability, at a funeral for a man he never knew, surrounded by creatures who were supposedly his kin...and he was so tame compared to most of them that he might as well have just been a normal human after all.

Hell, even before his powers manifested, he'd never felt so...mundane.

 

[Richie B.]

Richie couldn't believe it the man that had single handily save his life was now gone from this world, it was just to much for the young man, having lost his family once now already losing the best father figure he had. Well lets just say the kids face was all red, and wet, not from any rain but well the kid was holding in as best he could, and being barely a adult he knew he was going to have to help with easing the younger students and working a bit more to keep the school safe. Heck even if he wasn't the best student he sworn on the greatest man, Dicky has ever meet, grave that he would protect the school.
The speech was nice, it felt real and not forced or anything, an seeing how so many had come made it seem like Richie truly was special, to be among the man and woman that has the honor of being by such a great man side as he is taken for his last steps on this world. The tree hugger was dressed like one would expect for this sort of thing, he didn't have any clothes other than what the school could provide him. Which was a black suit jacket with white dress shirt, and a bit of dress pants, which all was a size to large for him. But though it would have been awkward and embarrassing for most but the kid understood that right now being embarrassed wasn't a big deal.

He had followed a small group into the school it seemed everyone was trying to help each, which seemed right considering what the purpose of the gathering was. A man started talking a bit older then Richie, about Charles and how he has living a new life after discovering his mutation. (@Green Ranger )


"Hey mate it's alright, it's best that we have people who aren't all choked up, means it's your job to help those that do when they need a bit of help." Though it sounded a bit awkward the kid was trying his best to get into the conversation and learn about the new guy.

"Besides man there is nothing to get use to, just because we are a bit different then others doesn't mean we ourselves have changed when we discovered it, because we are all still people no matter what, an that will never change. Or at least I'm pretty sure that's what the professor would say. Names Richie by the way, but I prefer Dick." Though he was in no way flirting, Richie was just trying to keep things light so things didn't get to depressive, besides Dicky liked messing with people even if it's not the right time, not like he could help it just him trying to cope with things right now.

 

[Proleptic]

Spoiler: Prologue — Two Days Prior

Flashback — Two Days:

Ronan sat at one end of a well-kept football field, sitting silently with his eyes closed. His breathing followed a consistent pattern with no deviation. Seven counts in, four counts out. He had his energy extended outwards, feeling everything in the field. He felt the grass, which had its own energy, only making small movements with the wind due to its short cut. He felt the small insects and the like squirming and scuttling about in the tiny trenches between grass blades. Feeling thing this small, he certainly felt it when the line of tennis ball shooters all fired in unison. Ten of them shot three rounds each, shooting them up and down the field at varying angles, creating a storm of yellow-green in the sky. Ronan felt them all. His eyes snapped open as he pumped some excess energy into his muscles as he swiftly drew two throwing knives , one in each hand and threw them towards the retreating balls. He closed his eyes as he felt them quickly catch up with the crowd, and then vanished in a bright flash of mint.

Appearing with the targeted knife in hand, throwing it further through the cloud as quickly as he had initially, and picked two balls out of the air in one movement. He threw them back to his starting location and teleported to his next knife, throwing this one as well, snatching two more balls here and vanishing again. He jumped between the two knives, returning balls with each jump he made until none remained. He allowed himself to fall the distance to the earth, rolling into the landing and turning around to walk back down the length of the field.

Reaching his starting point he looked at the bin and found a perfect thirty balls in the bin. Smirking at his little bit of fun he heard a slow and almost mocking clap. He turned to see his father walking towards him with a stopwatch hanging around his neck. "Very good. You did that for the hundredth time." He said jokingly. "And, once again, it took you less than six seconds." He clicked the reset on the watch and gave a somewhat questioning gaze. "You have to stop this exercise, or at least doing it this way." He said with suppressed frustration. "You know you can do better than this. Your insistence at limiting yourself is going to get you hurt in the real world." He said.

Ronan tried his best to appear as if he didn't care, but truthfully he hated ignoring his father this way. He had been doing the same exercise with the same ability for two months now, his unwillingness to progress bringing his training to a standstill. "I can't do it. You saw me just now. I am not getting any faster." Ronan said weakly and without conviction, before walking off as he took a swig from a water bottle. "Don't give me that load of bull son you know you are holding yourself back!" He said, getting angry again. "I might not be able to help you with your abilities anymore but that doesn't mean I can't help you with yourself. That's what I have been doing since you came here and that's what I will do until you leave, but dammit Ronan you have to stop allowing your childish fear of your own power to stop you from progressing!"

Ronan took a swig of water unflinchingly. He had gotten used to the almost daily rebuke. His dad just didn't understand. "I can't, Dad." He thought. "So. What is this mutant thing on the news all about?" He said as he flashed into their house with his dad in tow, trying to change the subject. His dad let the subject drop for now, knowing that in his current mood he wouldn't even dent Ronan's perspective. "A great mutant, Charles Xavier, died recently." He said. "He gave his life protecting humans and mutant alike." He watched for Ronan's reaction and was pleased to see his brow furrow in interest. Hardly anything was enough to draw Ronan out of the house for anything other than 'training', and this was more important that anything. "You should go." He said. "There is an open invitation for peaceful mutants."

Ronan watched the screen switch images and heard the anchor begin discussing something about a recall on an Elmo doll. "I'll go." He said. "When is this?" he yelled from his room where he had popped to a moment ago. "Two days from now, in New York." He heard his father say. "New York huh?" He said mostly to himself. "I have a few marks there but they're out of range." He said. His dad bristled downstairs, knowing that now would be a bad time to start an argument, lest he talk his son out of going, but he almost couldn't resist the words of irritation jumping to his lips. Not only did he know his son could make that jump in one with energy to spare, but he had access to enough energy to teleport across the country and back with the energy stored in his ring.

"Just take it in several jumps then." He said with thinly veiled exasperation. Ronan pretended not to hear the underlying irritation in his voice. "Yeah I will. Do you think you'd like to come?" He asked hopefully. He wanted to get away from training with his father. He wanted to just be his son and not his trainee for a minute. "No, no I have to stay here. I have to keep this place hidden and I have to work." He said without remorse. Of course he could come, but no way was he doing that when Ronan acted as he did.

Ronan sighed. "I guess I will get going. That way I can take it slow, maybe even see some sights on the way." He walked downstairs, already packed as he kept an emergency kit in his closet. "I'll see you in a bit." He turned to walk out of the house. "Yeah have a good time Son. Love you." His dad said. Ronan slowed ever-so slightly but didn't turn or stop. He felt strange. This felt wrong. "Love you." He flashed out, appearing immediately in a small clearing in the woods. He was miles away by now and already felt drained. He began walking in the right direction and brought up his sensory field. He walked without much significant thought, unaware that this would be a trip that would change everything.

X-Mansion — Present Day:

Ronan stood with the utmost discomfort in a large — very large — group. "I knew this was a big deal but I figured there would be at least some personal space." He thought, long past irritated. This was so not his comfort zone. "I didn't now Charles." He heard suddenly. With his attuned senses he dialed in on the voice and kept listening. "I mean, he's responsible for me being here, and the Institute he founded help discern my powers and whatnot..."

"So that's what this institute is for?" Ronan thought. He had never truly known what was going on here. He didn't pay much attention to the outside world at all. He pushed away a sense of mild intrigue, not wanting to get invested in anything, especially something that he could really care about. "This was a somewhat educational experience but I should go." He thought to himself. He turned around and began weaving through the throng as quickly as possible at a walk. Just before he had decided to teleport away he paused, and turned to walk back to the group.

He knelt on the grass and place a mark where he stood, before walking back into the crowd to the group with the boy he'd been listening to. "Hi. I'm Ronan." He said, interrupting any conversation that was happening without any care for the rudeness. "What is it like here?"

 

[Jason Trauce]

Breakstone Lake
New York​

Jason stood towards the back of the funeral procession, hands shoved in his pockets. He could hear Kurt as he droned on in that dreadful accent of his about Charles, and his service to mankind and such. Jason was wearing a black suit coat, with a simple white shirt underneath, the top button unbuttoned and a tie loosely tied around his neck. His hands were jammed into a medium length coat that he wore over the sports coat to fend off the cold of New York weather. He had known Charles, and had let the mutant often probe his mind. The man had tried to give Jason some peace during his life, but had ultimately never been successful due to Jason's own stubbornness and often disappearances. He watched as the other mutants mulled around, and some of Charles' closest friends, or star pupils, carried his body away. Jason let his senses waft around him, detecting any metal around him. From the giant brilliant detection of the coffin, to ink pens and belts that members in the crowd wore.

Jason felt his eyes sting at him. Though he had never let the man know it, he had admired Xavier, and had seen him as a seeming father figure in his life. Xavier had never been judging of him, and had always been welcoming when he returned to the school after long absences. And now he was gone. He bit the inside of his cheek and held back a melt down that would impale everyone around him with their own metal devices, and incinerate everyone nearby him with waves of energy. Instead his shoved his hands harder in his pockets and leaned against a tree, watching as a group of mutant boys grouped up to talk about Xavier. Bits of conversation he overheard betrayed that the boys didn't even know Xavier. One of them, speaking with an accent that definitely wasn't from New York, looked as if he didn't even know times as hard as having a hangnail (@Proleptic ).

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Alistair wanted to get away from this place. He wanted to be anywhere but here in this grief stricken courtyard when he could barely keep himself from falling apart. He had thought about not coming at all. Xavier himself might have told him it was okay not to. He would have known how hard this would be on Alistair. There was hardly a person at the institution who could have hoped to understand that. Even as he sat there, his horned head hung forward in expressionless agony, his midnight black skin quivered and sputtered as his atoms threatened to collapse. His composure was barely holding underneath the roiling pain, but he knew that this was the right thing to do. He had to come, and he had to play his part. Alistair owed Charles that much. He owed him everything.

Richie couldn't believe it the man that had single handily save his life was now gone from this world, it was just to much for the young man, having lost his family once now already losing the best father figure he had. Well lets just say the kids face was all red, and wet, not from any rain but well the kid was holding in as best he could, and being barely a adult he knew he was going to have to help with easing the younger students and working a bit more to keep the school safe. Heck even if he wasn't the best student he sworn on the greatest man, Dicky has ever meet, grave that he would protect the school.
The speech was nice, it felt real and not forced or anything, an seeing how so many had come made it seem like Richie truly was special, to be among the man and woman that has the honor of being by such a great man side as he is taken for his last steps on this world. The tree hugger was dressed like one would expect for this sort of thing, he didn't have any clothes other than what the school could provide him. Which was a black suit jacket with white dress shirt, and a bit of dress pants, which all was a size to large for him. But though it would have been awkward and embarrassing for most but the kid understood that right now being embarrassed wasn't a big deal.

He had followed a small group into the school it seemed everyone was trying to help each, which seemed right considering what the purpose of the gathering was. A man started talking a bit older then Richie, about Charles and how he has living a new life after discovering his mutation. (@Green Ranger )


"Hey mate it's alright, it's best that we have people who aren't all choked up, means it's your job to help those that do when they need a bit of help." Though it sounded a bit awkward the kid was trying his best to get into the conversation and learn about the new guy.

"Besides man there is nothing to get use to, just because we are a bit different then others doesn't mean we ourselves have changed when we discovered it, because we are all still people no matter what, an that will never change. Or at least I'm pretty sure that's what the professor would say. Names Richie by the way, but I prefer Dick." Though he was in no way flirting, Richie was just trying to keep things light so things didn't get to depressive, besides Dicky liked messing with people even if it's not the right time, not like he could help it just him trying to cope with things right now.

Alistair looked up for a moment, listening back to the conversation at hand. He had been quiet for most of it. And yet suddenly, he was talking, his deep and resonant voice echoing from him without him even deciding that he was forming words.

"Charles wouldn't want things to be so dramatic anyway." He mumbled. A few people were momentarily starteled when his low voice rumbled up from out of nowhere. "He always wanted everyone to be happy. He wouldn't want us to be this melancholy at his funeral." He paused for a moment. His body shoulder seemed to lurch to the side randomly, a bit of his atoms being torn sideways as he momentarily forgot to keep in control. He grunted, then sighed heavily. Imaginary tears welled up behind the tearducts that he did not have. "He was a father to me, you know." He stood up slowly and looked around at the other X-Men present. He tried to curl his face and uplift his glowing white eyes into his own feeble equivalent of a smile. "To all of us. We should celebrate his life the way he would want us to."

Spoiler: Prologue — Two Days Prior

Flashback — Two Days:

Ronan sat at one end of a well-kept football field, sitting silently with his eyes closed. His breathing followed a consistent pattern with no deviation. Seven counts in, four counts out. He had his energy extended outwards, feeling everything in the field. He felt the grass, which had its own energy, only making small movements with the wind due to its short cut. He felt the small insects and the like squirming and scuttling about in the tiny trenches between grass blades. Feeling thing this small, he certainly felt it when the line of tennis ball shooters all fired in unison. Ten of them shot three rounds each, shooting them up and down the field at varying angles, creating a storm of yellow-green in the sky. Ronan felt them all. His eyes snapped open as he pumped some excess energy into his muscles as he swiftly drew two throwing knives , one in each hand and threw them towards the retreating balls. He closed his eyes as he felt them quickly catch up with the crowd, and then vanished in a bright flash of mint.

Appearing with the targeted knife in hand, throwing it further through the cloud as quickly as he had initially, and picked two balls out of the air in one movement. He threw them back to his starting location and teleported to his next knife, throwing this one as well, snatching two more balls here and vanishing again. He jumped between the two knives, returning balls with each jump he made until none remained. He allowed himself to fall the distance to the earth, rolling into the landing and turning around to walk back down the length of the field.

Reaching his starting point he looked at the bin and found a perfect thirty balls in the bin. Smirking at his little bit of fun he heard a slow and almost mocking clap. He turned to see his father walking towards him with a stopwatch hanging around his neck. "Very good. You did that for the hundredth time." He said jokingly. "And, once again, it took you less than six seconds." He clicked the reset on the watch and gave a somewhat questioning gaze. "You have to stop this exercise, or at least doing it this way." He said with suppressed frustration. "You know you can do better than this. Your insistence at limiting yourself is going to get you hurt in the real world." He said.

Ronan tried his best to appear as if he didn't care, but truthfully he hated ignoring his father this way. He had been doing the same exercise with the same ability for two months now, his unwillingness to progress bringing his training to a standstill. "I can't do it. You saw me just now. I am not getting any faster." Ronan said weakly and without conviction, before walking off as he took a swig from a water bottle. "Don't give me that load of bull son you know you are holding yourself back!" He said, getting angry again. "I might not be able to help you with your abilities anymore but that doesn't mean I can't help you with yourself. That's what I have been doing since you came here and that's what I will do until you leave, but dammit Ronan you have to stop allowing your childish fear of your own power to stop you from progressing!"

Ronan took a swig of water unflinchingly. He had gotten used to the almost daily rebuke. His dad just didn't understand. "I can't, Dad." He thought. "So. What is this mutant thing on the news all about?" He said as he flashed into their house with his dad in tow, trying to change the subject. His dad let the subject drop for now, knowing that in his current mood he wouldn't even dent Ronan's perspective. "A great mutant, Charles Xavier, died recently." He said. "He gave his life protecting humans and mutant alike." He watched for Ronan's reaction and was pleased to see his brow furrow in interest. Hardly anything was enough to draw Ronan out of the house for anything other than 'training', and this was more important that anything. "You should go." He said. "There is an open invitation for peaceful mutants."

Ronan watched the screen switch images and heard the anchor begin discussing something about a recall on an Elmo doll. "I'll go." He said. "When is this?" he yelled from his room where he had popped to a moment ago. "Two days from now, in New York." He heard his father say. "New York huh?" He said mostly to himself. "I have a few marks there but they're out of range." He said. His dad bristled downstairs, knowing that now would be a bad time to start an argument, lest he talk his son out of going, but he almost couldn't resist the words of irritation jumping to his lips. Not only did he know his son could make that jump in one with energy to spare, but he had access to enough energy to teleport across the country and back with the energy stored in his ring.

"Just take it in several jumps then." He said with thinly veiled exasperation. Ronan pretended not to hear the underlying irritation in his voice. "Yeah I will. Do you think you'd like to come?" He asked hopefully. He wanted to get away from training with his father. He wanted to just be his son and not his trainee for a minute. "No, no I have to stay here. I have to keep this place hidden and I have to work." He said without remorse. Of course he could come, but no way was he doing that when Ronan acted as he did.

Ronan sighed. "I guess I will get going. That way I can take it slow, maybe even see some sights on the way." He walked downstairs, already packed as he kept an emergency kit in his closet. "I'll see you in a bit." He turned to walk out of the house. "Yeah have a good time Son. Love you." His dad said. Ronan slowed ever-so slightly but didn't turn or stop. He felt strange. This felt wrong. "Love you." He flashed out, appearing immediately in a small clearing in the woods. He was miles away by now and already felt drained. He began walking in the right direction and brought up his sensory field. He walked without much significant thought, unaware that this would be a trip that would change everything.

X-Mansion — Present Day:

Ronan stood with the utmost discomfort in a large — very large — group. "I knew this was a big deal but I figured there would be at least some personal space." He thought, long past irritated. This was so not his comfort zone. "I didn't now Charles." He heard suddenly. With his attuned senses he dialed in on the voice and kept listening. "I mean, he's responsible for me being here, and the Institute he founded help discern my powers and whatnot..."

"So that's what this institute is for?" Ronan thought. He had never truly known what was going on here. He didn't pay much attention to the outside world at all. He pushed away a sense of mild intrigue, not wanting to get invested in anything, especially something that he could really care about. "This was a somewhat educational experience but I should go." He thought to himself. He turned around and began weaving through the throng as quickly as possible at a walk. Just before he had decided to teleport away he paused, and turned to walk back to the group.

He knelt on the grass and place a mark where he stood, before walking back into the crowd to the group with the boy he'd been listening to. "Hi. I'm Ronan." He said, interrupting any conversation that was happening without any care for the rudeness. "What is it like here?"

Alistair turned towards the boy who had walked up and interrupted the conversation, staring at him for a moment in a twinge of irritation with his unsettling inhuman eyes. After a moment he blinked, and he realized he had caught himself leering. He didn't want to intimidate the boy. His large black form, his long clawed fingers, everything about him, down to the completely alien nature that went into even minuscule movements and actions, made it easy to create discomfort in other people, especially the young ones. Many a student had given him a wary eye, even those who knew just how it felt to be so much different. The boys rudeness was audacious, but Alistair knew that Charles would never want a students enthusiasm stifled.

"Ronan. That's a nice name." He said, nodding towards him in affirmation. "Well Ronan, at this Institution you will find some of the the best, if not the best, educational experience that you can receive anywhere in the world. I'm sure some of your professors here can affirm as much. But this place is also a sanctuary. We are all family here. As long as you are here, the staff will ensure that you and your classmates are free from any fear of judgment for being who you are. That is, of course, so long as you hold yourself to the same expectations."

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Smoke wafted slowly into the air as at the back of the event, leaning against a tree was a woman dressed in black like everyone else, suit-pants rather then a traditional skirt and a cigarette hanging from her mouth as she looked away from where the x-men had taken xaviers body to be laid to rest. Her green eyes stared off into space, pink hair tied into a bun as she let out a sigh, smoke blowing out listlessly as she looked up towards the sky, wondering if the professor was up there somewhere, if that somewhere even existed.

To Rosalia, Xavier had been a mentor figure, a father she had lost, and an ever present anchor in her life she thought would be there for a long, long time. Certainly, she thought the professor would at least outlive her, given her habit of getting into trouble with both criminals and the law alike. The reality though, that the professor was dead, and gone forever, was something she struggled to grasp. The ash feel from the burning narcotic as she reached up and held the carcinogen between her fingers, flicking the rest off as she looked to the massive group of people.

"...I bet you'd have been touched by this sight, Charles..." She said, a slight accent to her voice as she finally felt she could look in the direction of the crowd without feeling a pang of guilt in her heart, "All these people...coming to see you off." She knew she was speaking to no one, but it helped her at least come to terms with what went on. If Jason(@Jason Trauce )) were to sense with his powers different metals, he'd probably pick her up from where she stood against another nearby tree. She hadn't cared that he was nearby, so long as he kept to himself. He'd feel a lighter in her pants pocket, cell phone, keys, and a .380 caliber pistol, in its holster along her chest, tucked under her chest on her side. Even at an event like this, she wasn't going to come without some kind of protection.

 

[Jabonicus]

Mister Xavier- Charles, as he has introduced himself to her, was dead. He was one of the nicest people Val had ever met, and before now, she had never considered his offer. An offer of a home, of a family.

Yet it never appealed to the mute girl, in some strange belief that the devil she knew was somehow better than the devil she didn't. She had met him several months ago, when he had caught the girl trying to steal a sandwich from some unsuspecting woman.

He did not yell, he did not get angry. Instead, he invited the girl in torn, dirty clothes to lunch with him. Perhaps he had read her mind, found out about her powers. Maybe he just felt sympathy for the hungry girl.

So he invited her to stay with his school. She denied, fearing it be like the orphanage she once resided at. He did not force her, and simply smiled, inviting her to lunch the following week.

That was months ago, one day he stopped coming to lunch. So she waited, and he never came.

He had died.

The kindest person she had ever met had died just as she was getting to know him. She felt that she owed it to him to at least investigate his school for gifted youngsters. When she heard of when his funeral wake was, of course she came.

She wished it was just so she could mourn with others who had known him, but she would be lying to herself if she told herself such things. She had showed up, in large part, due to the fact that food would be provided.

In her plan, she would come in, mourn with the rest, eat her fill and take more food before taking a portal back to her hiding spot in an abandoned construction site. So far, it was going fairly well. She stood at the edge of the crowd, munching on rolls as her pockets overfilled with more. She looked out of place, in worn out, dirty clothes with all of her pockets stuffed with food. It would be easy to identify her as what she felt, a dirty thief taking advantage of the death of someone important.

She didn't feel bad about it. How could she? It was all she knew.

 

[Kiro]

Jessica O'Shae sat by herself, idly nibbling on some of the hors d'oeuvres as she reflected on how she'd come to be at Xavier's wake. Just ten months ago, she'd been an ordinary woman, leading her own life and minding her own business, and for the most part blissfully ignorant of the mutant community and their troubles. Of course, that had changed overnight. She'd been driving home from work late one night, having worked overtime to cover the bills for her new apartment. Fatigued, she'd failed to notice the big rig approaching the opposite lane and began to pull out. Only seconds before her little car would have been pancaked by the big rig did she notice the opposing vehicle, and that was when her Mutant powers first manifested themselves. Her gift flowed into the car, rendering the small vehicle indestructible and utterly impervious to the massive big rig smashing into it.

But with it being the first time she manifested her powers, she didn't know of their drawback, nor was she able to maintain the power field for long, and almost as soon as her car had finished plowing through the big rig did her power fade, with her car disintegrating around her, sending the young mutant skidding along the asphalt and into the guard railing. Both she and the rig driver had ended up in the Intensive Care unit of the closest hospital, but only she received a visit from Charles Xavier, and a subsequent invitation to attend his Institute of Higher Learning, for free.

And now, with Professor Xavier having passed from a sudden illness, Jessie, or 'Aegis' as some of her fellow mutant "students" had been quick to dub her (she privately suspected Professor Wagner had his three-fingered hands in the matter) sat on her own, idly nibbling the nibble food. She hadn't really had time or the opportunity to get to know the other students, having spent most of her time with Professor McCoy trying to figure out the nature of her bizarre powers, and with Professor... well, Mr. Claws always just got irked when people called him anything but 'Logan', but he'd been trying to teach her ways to use her powers. But of course, with Xavier's sudden and unexpected demise, all of it had been more or less put on hold, leaving Jessica to mostly just wander idly about the Institute.

 

[Proleptic]

Ronan gave the figure a weary look. It wasn't that he was opposed to his obvious difference from the norm, he was just painfully aware of just what he might be dealing with. His unique abilities have given him the ability to sense the life energy in others, and the energy within this.....thing....was definitely not normal. He could sense nothing. Trying to peer into the body of this creature was like peering into the blackness of space. It was a void. There was no hint of anything that was detectable to Ronan. "Either this thing isn't alive, or it is far beyond my understanding of life. Either way, probably best to stay away, though I have my doubts about whether I actually could do that."


"Thank you. I am rather fond of my name." Ronan said blankly. "As for your response as to what this place is, I was unaware that such a place existed." He said honestly. "I would be interested to learn more about this place and the education it can provide." Ronan watched everyone for a reaction and found that none of them seemed to be warmly welcoming his intrusion into the conversation. He felt a stab of anxiety at the lack of familiarity that he was so used to at home. "This is why I don't leave the house much." He thought.


"Tell me, what would one have to do to hold up their part of the bargain, as you say?" I Ronan asked. He paused and let his comments sink in before realizing that he must have been rude. "Forgive me for my rudeness," Ronan said, "but may I ask your name as well?"

@+SpaceJesus+

 

[Jason Trauce]

Smoke wafted slowly into the air as at the back of the event, leaning against a tree was a woman dressed in black like everyone else, suit-pants rather then a traditional skirt and a cigarette hanging from her mouth as she looked away from where the x-men had taken xaviers body to be laid to rest. Her green eyes stared off into space, pink hair tied into a bun as she let out a sigh, smoke blowing out listlessly as she looked up towards the sky, wondering if the professor was up there somewhere, if that somewhere even existed.

To Rosalia, Xavier had been a mentor figure, a father she had lost, and an ever present anchor in her life she thought would be there for a long, long time. Certainly, she thought the professor would at least outlive her, given her habit of getting into trouble with both criminals and the law alike. The reality though, that the professor was dead, and gone forever, was something she struggled to grasp. The ash feel from the burning narcotic as she reached up and held the carcinogen between her fingers, flicking the rest off as she looked to the massive group of people.

"...I bet you'd have been touched by this sight, Charles..." She said, a slight accent to her voice as she finally felt she could look in the direction of the crowd without feeling a pang of guilt in her heart, "All these people...coming to see you off." She knew she was speaking to no one, but it helped her at least come to terms with what went on. If Jason(@Jason Trauce )) were to sense with his powers different metals, he'd probably pick her up from where she stood against another nearby tree. She hadn't cared that he was nearby, so long as he kept to himself. He'd feel a lighter in her pants pocket, cell phone, keys, and a .380 caliber pistol, in its holster along her chest, tucked under her chest on her side. Even at an event like this, she wasn't going to come without some kind of protection.

"Not gonna leave the house without protection either huh?" He turned his head slightly to speak to the girl. He could feel the pistol on her hip, and she, too, seemed to be an outsider here, or at least not part of the clique.

Jason wouldn't leave home without defense either, but his defenses were more natural, being his mutations. He smirked a little, he would have a little fun with the bratty looking kid. Focusing hard he concentrated on the man's belt buckle, and unfastened it, then unfastening the button on the man's pants, and unzipping the zipper as well, causing the man's pants to fall down to his ankles.

He let a sly grin cross his face, bet he didn't even know Charles. @Proleptic

 

[Proleptic]

While awaiting the response of the monstrosity in front of him, Ronan felt a small spike in energy in the area. He ignored it, seeing as how the entire area was going haywire with energy spikes of the kind. This one seemed to be nothing special.

"Not gonna leave the house without protection either huh?" He turned his head slightly to speak to the girl. He could feel the pistol on her hip, and she, too, seemed to be an outsider here, or at least not part of the clique.

Jason wouldn't leave home without defense either, but his defenses were more natural, being his mutations. He smirked a little, he would have a little fun with the bratty looking kid. Focusing hard he concentrated on the man's belt buckle, and unfastened it, then unfastening the button on the man's pants, and unzipping the zipper as well, causing the man's pants to fall down to his ankles.

He let a sly grin cross his face, bet he didn't even know Charles. @Proleptic

"What the — !" Ronan's belt rapidly unfastened, followed by his button and now the falling of his pants.

Ronan watched as his pants seemed to fall in slow motion, exposing his ghostly white legs and navy boxer-briefs. Ronan reached out and immediately grabbed onto the nearest mark and pulled on it, feeling the familiar tug in his gut as he flashed out immediately. Unfortunately for him, the nearest mark was in the same yard, and he ended up teleporting thirty meters away, blushing red and standing out like a black cat in the snow.

He felt, literally FELT, eyes lock onto the bright flash of mint that gave way to his semi-nude body, and froze immediately.

Massively enhanced reactions coupled with teleporation could do little for you when you were paralyzed with anxiety and embarrassment. "Shoot shoot SHOOT! Why can't I move?!?! Why doesn't invisibility come with this package?!" Ronan thought frantically, wanting nothing more than to disappear. He closed his eyes and slowly crouched to lift his pants by the waistband, fully intending on securing their position before getting the heck out of there.

 

[Jason Trauce]

A broader smile crept onto Jason's face as he waved his hand a little, the belt taking off like a snake, and pulling the boy's pants with them. Since they were still around his ankles he'd likely fall on his boxer covered ass, in the wet grass. Everytime he grabbed for the pants they took off in a burst of speed, evading his grasp. After a moment or so Jason gave up and let the flustered boy catch up with his pants, content to lean against the tree.

I'm sorry Charles, surely you wouldn't have minded a little good natured humor at your funeral.

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest at the lack of reverence for the man's funeral, and pinched his eyes closed.

 

[Proleptic]

Ronan latched onto his runaway pants and threw them on hastily, buckling them tightly and flashing back to the spot he had started in, realizing that any attempt to avoid the fact that everyone saw him getting pantsed would be fruitless.

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: This is a big post for me hopefully its alright, if anyone has any problems with it we can talk over the OOC thread. Also sorry for how long it took.)

Dick just was trying his best to keep his attention on the man in front of him, but the two new guys were very talkative and were grabbing his attention, the two were very intriguing one a giant black person, another a new kid that was wearing a very nice clothes. Though to say he was very surprise by the duo would be a lie in truth these two were no where near the strangest thing he has seen since coming to this school, and they won't be that last that is for sure. The two talked for a bit about the school, and his name, seemed to be a pleasant conversation, that brought a smile to Dick's lips as Charles legacy was being carried out, acceptance to all no matter what so that everyone can hold each others hands and be one people.

Once as he saw the kids pants start to fall, Dick began to worry, an as the kid disappeared to another section most likely trying to save himself from embarrassment, which sadly didnt work, which just made Richie mad it was clear that it was a fellow mutant doing this. He had began searching for whoever that seemed to be doing such a ridiculous act, whoever they were no matter how calm or nice Richie was he was going to make sure that bully really feel sorry for disgracing Charles funeral and messing with another person for whatever reason. Finding the guy who was both smirking and were concentrating and seeing him watching the new kid it was clear that it was him doing the bullying, and Richie recongize the kid, even if he was older by two years, Jason was someone that was known to have a bad reputation for being violent. Though Richie would normally just go to support the kid he felt that Jason needed to be taught a lesson seeing that he was just being a actual dick at the moment.

So with his powers Jason would experience a similar embarrassment, the tree will grow so to grab Jason's jean by its belt holder and pulled him up so that he was two feet off the ground stuck until he broke the part of the tree that held him, which would surprise Jason how strong it would actually be since it was carrying his weight without any problems. The branch would be hooked and at the end reconnect to the tree to give it more support and make it even more difficult for Jason to get out of the punishment he was in now.(@Prudence ) Richie would place a hand on the new kid to show his support for the embarrassment he had to deal with.

"Hey man its alright, sorry you had to deal with that, some people here aren't the nicest but we mostly are I swear, now why don't we head over to the food? I know that always made me feel better." Richie would walk and slightly encourage Ronan to leave the sight were Jason saw him and head towards a table full of food. (@Proleptic )

"Why don't we all grab some food and learn a bit about each other?" Richie wanted the new kid he was talking with to come, also the giant black guy seeing how those two would most likely want to have a more polite discuss anyway from anyone trying to prank them. (@Green Ranger @+SpaceJesus+ )

At the table a young kid was eating a bunch of food and trying to fit a bunch of food in her pockets, something that was surprising and Richie couldnt believe his luck but he was going to have to handle this too. Sometimes he wished he didnt have to act like a adult even if he was one (barely) since he just get so frustrated at the thought, though he secretly enjoyed the feeling but he would never allow anyone to know he liked taking care of issues and being a adult, would make him seem mature and stuff. (@Jabonicus )

"Hello there, haven't seen you before, name is Richie, this is Ronan, and ummm Horizon (He did not know his name but he had heard about him around school but only knew his alias that everyone has), and new guy." Though he felt awkward he felt it was good that the new guys spoke with some others and since three out of the five of them were new or at least seem new, might as well keep them together to stick with together.

At least that is what he was trying to do hopefully it works it might not but at least dick tried and he was sure Charles would like him trying at least, besides he needed to make up his good karma after teaching Jason a lesson. He knew it wasnt nice but it had to be done seeing what he did to Ronan.

 

[Jason Trauce]

Jason was smirking as he watched the bratty new kid run around chasing his pants, teleporting everywhere he could to get away. The next moment he felt the tree he was leaning against begin to grow, and snag him by the jeans, hoisting him up into the air. It had gotten him about twenty feet in the air when Jason had enough. He exerted himself a bit and flew faster than the tree was lifting him, and then dropped to the ground, fuming. He considered burning the tree down, but opted to respect Charles more than to do that.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Heh...Hehehehe...He ha ha ha ha ha." Rosalia couldn't help it, she really couldn't. Stern as she was, and as much as she tried to keep herself cool and composed at all times, Rosalia couldn't help but to laugh at the spectacle that had unfolded as she watched these kids using their powers. She was leaning against the tree, reaching up to brush some of the pink hair out of her face as she shook her head.

Funerals and sad events like this weren't the kinds of things she ever liked being at. At least now it was somewhat bearable to stand, in terms of atmosphere. "You kids really have some interesting gifts." She said as she glanced over towards the teleporter, "Teleportation. Magnetism and Flight." She commented as she looked over to jason, seeing the look he had on his face, "And some plant manipulation, I take it." She said as she looked towards Dicks direction. She didn't know for sure, but she did have a hunch. Horizon was one she'd heard about already from her breif visits to the academy, after she had left. He seemed nice, in the weird kind of way.

"If you're looking to use those powers on one another. A cemetary's probably not the best place for it..." She said, looking around to see if anyone else might try to do something about this situation, and hoping they didn't, "We've got rooms for that at the institute. A big one, where you can let loose and blow off steam. I think you'd like it." she said, green eyes going towards jason as she walked over, offering a hand to him.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Alistair watched silently as the chaos erupted around him. Such juvenile acts at such an intimate hour, and in such a dramatic interruption. They were in a cemetery for cripes sake. Was there not an ounce of decency that could be found here? There was hardly an inch of his body that did not seethe with displeasure. He didn't, of course, try to intervene. In the state that he was in he doubted his powers were stable, and even then, they made him self conscious enough to not use them in such a public place without reason. He simply stared on in quiet protest at what was going on, letting the others take care of the situation. He brushed his hands over his ornate black suit, his talons poking out of his ebony gloves and snagging slightly on his tie.

He looked over to Richie, and nodded. "Yes, that sounds nice. But first, if you will excuse me for a moment." He strode over behind Jason, and spoke with a booming sternness. "You." He beckoned, which would force Jason to turn around. "I willl not tolerate this behavior again. Neither will anyone else. Do you understand?" @Prudence He looked down at him for a moment, then looked over to where Ronan was standing. "It's Alistair by the way. Alistair Tulloch. Here you will know me as Prof. Tulloch. @Proleptic He extended his gloved hand to shake the students hand. He turned back towards Richie. . "Now then, where were we? @Benvenu7

 

[Jason Trauce]

Alistair watched silently as the chaos erupted around him. Such juvenile acts at such an intimate hour, and in such a dramatic interruption. They were in a cemetery for cripes sake. Was there not an ounce of decency that could be found here? There was hardly an inch of his body that did not seethe with displeasure. He didn't, of course, try to intervene. In the state that he was in he doubted his powers were stable, and even then, they made him self conscious enough to not use them in such a public place without reason. He simply stared on in quiet protest at what was going on, letting the others take care of the situation. He brushed his hands over his ornate black suit, his talons poking out of his ebony gloves and snagging slightly on his tie.

He looked over to Richie, and nodded. "Yes, that sounds nice. But first, if you will excuse me for a moment." He strode over behind Jason, and spoke with a booming sternness. "You." He beckoned, which would force Jason to turn around. "I willl not tolerate this behavior again. Neither will anyone else. Do you understand?" @Prudence He looked down at him for a moment, then looked over to where Ronan was standing. "It's Alistair by the way. Alistair Tulloch. Here you will know me as Prof. Tulloch. @Proleptic He extended his gloved hand to shake the students hand. He turned back towards Richie. . "Now then, where were we? @Benvenu7

Jason scoffed at the mutant "What're you gonna do if I don't understand? Suck me into your broody black hole dimension?" He rolled his eyes and moved away from the strange being. He flashed a smile at Rosalia "Magnatism and flight aren't all I can do. You just wait."

He decided that food, indeed, sounded very good and followed Richie, a semi-disgusted sneer in his face. Allistair seemed to think he was special because the prof had held his hand and told him that he was a special little snowflake. Well Jason didn't agree, and he wouldn't be taking orders from someone that sucked himself into a black hole world whenever he got scared.

 

[Jabonicus]

Val paused, a panicked look on her face as she turned to the adult who was speaking to her. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks full, and crumbs littered her lips. She swallowed everything in her mouth quite quickly as she looked around. No doubt he expected her to introduce herself or... Something, yet she honestly had no idea what to do. Her dull eyes looked back and forth for a moment, before briefly going to the smushed roll in her right hand. Did he think she had just come for the food? That would be very observant of him, considering that's exactly why she came.

She opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, yet nothing came out of her mouth, not a sound. She closed her lips, making a frowning motion as she thought. What could she do?

...Then it occurred to her. It was the funeral of someone who brought together mutants. Maybe he would let her stay a bit longer if he realized she was a mutant. "Val?" The voice coming out of her throat was not her own, it wasn't even feminine. It was the voice of Professor Charles Xavier, the dead man who lay in a casket. "Is that short for Valerie?" The words flowed from her lips like water. She couldn't stop them, she didn't know why, but she couldn't contain them. "That's a very pretty name, Valerie."