A warm welcome
Leading the way from the grounds outside was Betsy ahead of two new students waiting to see the Professor. One was Trona, who had gravity controlling powers, the other was Omoi, a girl who had plasma powers, as well as a curse of schizophrenia. The teacher felt sorry for Omoi, it would be terrible to have all different personalities stuck in your head, all wanting to surface and the real you having hardly no control over it at all. She knew what it was like to be crazy, but that was another story, with the thanks all heading off towards that crazed psychic who did that to her.
Finally Psylocke’s pace slowed down, until she stopped right in front of a wooden door, after turning a little to face the door she raised her right hand and gave a couple of knocks on the door. A mans voice came through the wooden door with a simple ‘come in’. Betsy’s hand lowered from the place she had knocked to the door handle, opening the door.
Betsy: "We have a couple of new students, Xavier. I’ll leave them with you then."
She held the door open to let in Trona and Omoi, but she didn’t intend on staying with them. She wanted to go and have a shower and get into a change of clothes, hopefully they wouldn’t mind. She’d return later once they needed to be shown to their rooms. Once they were both in his office she closed the door behind them and ran off down the hallway.
Xavier: "I welcome you both to Xavier’s Institute."
His friendly voice was always welcoming to new students, he loved getting new students, that meant he got to help them and there was nothing better than helping out fellow mutants.
As they were led into the room, Omoi was weary, practically on the brink of tears as she stepped into Professor X's office. Her eyes looked panicked as they flitted to every crevice and corner of the room. From what she'd heard of Professor Xavier, he would already know her thoughts, her fears... her selves...
She'd already ripped her sleeve from pulling on it, her nails digging between the tightly woven fibers. Omoi turned to Trona then with a quick glance of her eyes, though not turning at all. She started to slowly walk towards him, whispering as she got closer, giggling softly as well. "I'll be he wants to see you... first anyways... you're one of those top notch fellows ain't ya'..." More giggles bellowed from her throat, though soft as her voice was at the moment.
She walked in a semi circle to the other side of him, her sleeve now tearing loose from the frays that barely held it. "Oops......" She muttered, giggling madly. She narrowed her eyes once more, walking again to the other side of Trona. "He won't like us.... Omoi... she's no... no good... you see her..." She said, cruelly, poinging a little off in the distance, to the other side of him. "She dumb you know... pure mad... stttttuuupid... she's quite...... the moron......."
"Professor won't like her... nooo..." Omoi said, giggling still as she walked back to the other side. "She's the angry one of us you know... quite a temper on that girl... I do declare... and swear..." Slapping her leg lightly, Omoi almost billowed over with giggles now.
"Hush you..." She said suddenly, her tone forceful, as if a mother were getting on to a child eating out of the cookie jar. "Stop teasing the other ones... You know what I've said about it!" She crossed her arms across her chest, tapping her foot lightly.
"But 'Moi... I didn't do anything wrong.... this time.... and look...." She smirked, poking Trona's arm slightly. "This one's fun... he... he's silly isn't he 'Moi..."
"No... nonono no no noooo... nooo..." Omoi shook her head, backing up towards the door. "Stop it... please... you're going to make them... hate... uss....." The tears now, streamed freely from her eyes, as she curled up against the wall. "He won't like us... he'll... make... make... make... make us go... 'way... don't ... make us leave...."
Omoi was rocking back and forth again, but suddenly her eyes shot open, and she got to her knees, staring at where she was previously against the wall. "Oh... shut up you..."
Guilty by design She's nothing more than fiction She dreams in digital Cos' it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone It seems unreal She's dreaming in digital
Re: A warm welcome
Trona's eyebrows raised slightly as Omoi went through the room in her strange banter. The changes in personality were apparent here just like they were in the courtyard, but Trona admitted to himself that she did seem to calm down. Now there was no plasma firing around the room, but she did tear her own shirt. Trona had found this strange from living on the street so long, where tearing your own clothing was like giving yourself up to the environment, so at first, this seemed strange to him.
"I'll be he wants to see you... first anyways... you're one of those top notch fellows ain't ya'..."
She talked to him in what sounded like a British accent, and his response was a simple shrug.
She turned away from him and began to move around in a semi-circle in the room, but she seemed to be muttering to herself as well. She seemed to be talking to herself and him at the same time, except she was using that self-depricating, harsh voice that Trona had also heard under the statue. It seemed that this person had a lot to say. This time she was lecturing Trona on the mental misgivings of Omoi, but Trona couldn't see what this personality was talking about. Trona had read a little about Schitzophrenia when he was home-schooling with his father, and he had found that, most of the time, it takes a very gifted person to manifest these personalities in such a concrete way. He shrugged again, and she continued.
"Professor won't like her..no..She's the angry one of us you know... quite a temper on that girl... I do declare... and swear..."
This time the British Omoi seemed to come out again, also preaching on the faults of this 'Omoi', whom Trona wasn't quite sure he had actually contacted yet. Frustration wasn't something he could have blamed her for, he would have been extremely frustrated at having someone he couldn't shut up bickering about him constantly. He was surprised she hadn't killed herself yet, but he wouldn't be surprised if she had tried before.
Hush you..." The tone had now changed, to a forceful one, but he could tell that she was talking to herself, since Trona had been quiet throughout the whole period.
"Stop teasing the other ones... You know what I've said about it!" Trona definitely saw some maternal symbolism in that, and normally he would have laughed, but the situation itself he could tell was not humorous, this girl had so many personalities it was almost maddening!! Even still, he couldn't help but wonder what she was really like, the real Omoi, anyway.
There was some more conversation between the mother and another personality, and Trona found himself being poked. Worse had happened, and the finger could have been ignited with plasma, so he counted his blessings and smirked slightly. After this, Trona saw something else. The face changed.. Tears and canals appeared where there had been none instantly. Soon she was crying..
"No... nonono no no noooo... nooo...Stop it... please... you're going to make them... hate... uss.....He won't like us... he'll... make... make... make... make us go... 'way... don't ... make us leave...."
Trona sighed as this last quote exited her lips. Something was different about this personality.. They all had their traits, but this one seemed more human to Trona, and more tortured. This was the part that had born the brunt of all the stress, but it seemed more like an outlet. Trona had spent a few months on the street, and he hadn't seen anything like this before in real life. It saddened him much, but he didn't have time to feel sad. Soon, after a smaller side comment by the mean-Omoi, the Professor greeted them both.
Re: A warm welcome(ooc- I’m SO sorry about my slowness in posting. I’ve just been either busy, or distracted when it’s come to posting recently. I know that’s not a good excuse, but it’s what’s been happening… *Hangs head in shame*)
As the female of the two newcomers had an outburst with different personalities Xavier remained calm not journeying into the girls mind. That was mainly because, he didn’t want to wander in there incase a personality thought of this as an intrusion. He didn’t know of her powers yet, but wasn’t really all that keen on finding out what they were as Omoi might test them out on him.
Xavier also paid attention to the boy, just as equally, watching as he stayed calm with the girls actions. The headmaster was pleased to see this, he knew that some of the students here wouldn’t have done such a good job, like the school trouble maker Max and the oldest daughter of Wolverine, Madison Enright, who you could never use as an example to show what calm and patience is.
Xavier: "It is a pleasure to meet you both. As you may or may not know, I am Professor Charles Xavier."
Again, he spoke in his warm and friendly tone, he was here to welcome the students, treat them equally. These mutants had come here for their own reasons, wether it be for a home, to get a hold of their powers or the other wide range of possibilities, Xavier wasn’t going to treat any of them more or less different to one another.
Xavier: "Also, I would like you to know, my office is always open. You may come to me if you have any problems, or the other teachers can be of assistance as well. I see you have already met Miss Braddock."
As he added to his speech with the last sentence, the headmaster was mainly indicating that the two shouldn’t keep their problems to themselves, he, or the other teachers were here to help. They would be glad to lend a hand to any of the students here, wether it be with their powers or personal matters. Though, most of the students didn’t really share their personal problems with the staff, mainly keeping it private or solving it out with their friends. But it was always good to let the students know they had people to turn to.
Xavier: "Since the two of you have already found your way here, do you need any help? Power wise, or other?"
He looked over from Trona to Omoi as he finished, hopefully she wouldn’t take that in a bad way. Xavier had a feeling she was a strong girl, she’d be able to overcome what was going on inside her and speak up if she wanted help.
Re: A warm welcome
The Professor was completely calm through all of this, as was Trona. This was good, Omoi felt more at ease in the presence of these two. Looking around, Omoi slowly came to her knees, then stood completely, looking to Trona again. His posture was straight, and he was completely calm... even around her, that was a foreign concept to Omoi... how the Professor and Trona could be calm after she'd had such an outburst of her deft personalities.
'He seems nice... cute too...' Omoi thought to herself, at least temporarily regaining her composure. 'And the Professor... he isn't scared...?'
For a moment her features were calm, until she turned savage-like once more. "Of course you moron, he could probably blow you to bits... so stupids.... we hate you.... you all... all of you... we hates you..." Omoi was turning in a slow semi-circle, as if she expected to see more people beside her. "You bloody hags... can't believe you'd come here... expecting to be... 'accepted'.... you're no goods to usss... or thems... no goods to thems...." She yelled at herself now, but tears sprung to her eyes.
Omoi fell to her knees, her back to both Trona and the Professor. Although, there was a faint green glow around her, as she produced a micro-thin layer of plasma molecules, as a protection method. It wouldn't be nearly as hot as a full blown plasma compound, and also the thin layer served as a sort of force feild.
She was rocking slowly back and forth as she'd done earlier, her hands hooked onto the back of her head as she rocked, sobbing heavily.
Omoi watched as her tears fell to the floor of the room, and blinked a few times. She slowly turned to look at the Professor, not letting her plasma-sheild drop as she did this. She wiped her eyes, a faint blush falling onto her pale face as she realized what had happened. "Please... help us... I can't... control them... can't control my powers... when they... take over..." She said, moving slowly close to the Professor.
Her mascara was smeared slightly, her hair thrown out of its stylings, and her eyes flooded with more tears. She wiped them carefully, as there was a stinging pain from them now. "Please... get them out..." She whispered, looking up at the Professor.
Guilty by design She's nothing more than fiction She dreams in digital Cos' it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone It seems unreal She's dreaming in digital
Re: A warm welcome
Trona watched closely as the girl began to speak. The green aura of her plasma alarmed him slightly, so he took a half-step backwards, but then went forward once more. The girl didn't seem like she was going to hurt anyone, but one of her personalities was egging her on. Trona could have levitated her to keep her away from Braddock and the professor, but he figured that such a move would only alarm the girl, and that would be bad for all of them.
He remembered that the professor had asked them if they needed help, Trona just shrugged;
"I have one small power problem," he said;
"However, my problem is nothing right now, so I can wait for assistance." Trona leaned up calmly against the wall in the room, maybe the girl would settle, then Trona could get to knowher better. Fornow the Proffessor would have to do something...
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