Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers.
Mingling with humans, out numbered by them, living in a world ruld by them.... The turner twins once again debated the strangeness of this realm. It was wonderous that these people lived so free though. Or at least compared to what was offered them in other worlds. Kaira spoke of how destructive humans here were, even without the demons, humans were still slaves to their carelessness. Perhaps they needed carers to watch them, to stop them from killing themselves. In the end William couldn't blame Kaira for her thoughts, she grew up with wealth and blissful ignorance.
In her side of the world they had lived, it was painted with pleasantries and apparently well hidden bigotry, at least for people like his sweet and caring Kaira. She saw the humans of the wealthy homes, clean and fed, well spoken and well dressed, and judged all she saw with that comparison. The side her prestine family allowed her to see... to hide the ugly side that wasn't right for a lady of wealth to see. And William agreed, at least he had when he watched her from the other side, from the side where his day to day life was a nightmare he dared not share with his beloved sister.
The life where if you weren't useful in some fashion, some form of skill that made you preductive no matter how simple or barberic, degrading or wondrous it was, it would likely keep you alive. And those that had no skill, no ability, and no appeal, then you were useful in other ways... there was always a use for humans.. be it bareable or not. Most of the homeless on the streets were humans, scavangers running from one place to another and hiding, considered a plague like any pests and just as filthy. When Kaira had been discovered by her mother, William had been overlooked, and by the time William had discovered his sister again, he was 14, and she had become well intergrated into the lifestyle of the family that homed her.
Living on the streets had meant that most of the rift raft Belthazor's son had met were human, and it was painful to befriend any human for their lifespan was usually short lived. Some of them had very little but the wits about them, the lucky ones were discovered by other groups of homeless who took them in and shared what little shelter could be found. Some children, who's fate with their parents masters was so twisted or cruel that the parents felt the child stood better chances discuarded somewhere in the ally's, weren't found by those who would help them.
Some were taken as meat to serve, others cried and cried till the cold or hunger silenced them. William had seened a few of the lifeless forms, so small and sometimes they were curled up in rags or blankets, depending on the family their parents came from. Some had trinkets or toys in their tiny fingers, frozen within their grasp. There had been some who ever had letters scribbled for none but the child itself, a fragment of a connection to parents never to be found. Kaira had never seen such things, and William was as glade for it as he felt helpless when trying to urge her that there was more wrongs in their realm then she could understand.
Sometimes William wondered how others overlooked the human blood in Kaira's viens that most had picked up in his. Was it that her family that took her in just never noticed? Had they concealed it somehow? Whatever the answer, it had kept her safe, safe from the beatings and cruelness that was inflicted upon most others that bore such blood. She had been kept safe... and kept completely unaware of the terrible truths..
But now that caused problems, for how could William tell his much loved sister that what she saw all her life was really just a blanket that stopped her seeing the truth? She would ask him how he knew, demand to be told all that he accses her of not knowing. And then what? Perhaps she would feel bad, perhaps she will brush off the stories as ezaggerations, for how could she not see what is said to be so clearly there? And how could they have lived so long without William telling her of his suffering?
Never had Kaira walked in the streets that Will both grew up on and lived, never had she gone to the poorest markets where humans, wounded or worthless, no good to be of any use, hang like cattle for inspection. A butcher ready to the side for those buyers so poor and desperate for food or men of wealth seeking cheap meat for their own slaves. It was sickening, and as William curled in the coldness of the blacksmithing workshop, he often heard the cries, and often dreamed of what it would be like to get away from it all.. He'd make a hundred swords and a hundred more, he could supply an army of humans to help free them all from the barberous tyranny of their lords. And what then? The humans of that realm had nothing else, no where else to go.
The thoughts just sent shuders down Williams spine, over the century William's Master had many a customer or friend who had rewuested William for one use or another. The only thin gthat kept the mix-blood safe was his skill in both blacksmithing, especially his quality swords, and his fighting abilities. If Will was ever traded for anything, he vowed never to make things again, and as his master built quite the reputation based on the lie that William's swords were his own crafted master pieces, the steady flow of income and trust would vanish, and what would keep the master drunk and fat once that was gone? He also didn't want to have to find someone else to protect the workshop when he was sleeping... and that was most of the time, the cost would be unbareable and few humans would manage to defend against the theivery from supernatural brutes.
Kaira was not shown many things, and therefore didnt udnerstand much of the otherside of the world they grew up in, and because Will was her brother, she often forgot how different his life would have been compared to hers. She brought food to him when he grew thin, and fresh clothes when his became tattered and torn, but she never understood how he got so battered, and assumed it was because he put so much time into his work at the blacksmiths.
"They are not slaves to monsters, nor are they in turn forcing others to be their slaves." Stopping as he glanced about, trying to guide his sister to the office he had but the day before been in where he spoke to Scott Summers.
"You're lost brother." There was a humor to Kaira's tone as William stared at the door beside them. 'Staff Room' was written on it in this human language, humans had no written language they knew back in the other realm, so it was amazing to see it all used so freely here. The only way the mix-breeds could understand the written words was because of their divine blessing to understand all tongues, in order to help them help others no matter who and where they lived.
"I am not lost sister," He lied gracefully with a flare of charms as he opened the door, trying to dissuade her of the obvious. "Merely distracted by our discussions." Someone was in there, but it was not Scott Summers who occupied the room. Curtiously William stepped aside to allowed Kaira to enter first.
"All the same I fear dear William." The beauty teased, her chocolate gaze following Williams to the white haired woman inside the room. "That human is not even male, William. Why can we not just shimmer to this Mr Summers?" There was a calm impatience to her brother's odd need to walk when they could just teleport to the side of any of their chargers, and considering they were taking charge of the entire school... then Mr Summers should be easy to find and all this walking was just a waste of time.
"I seemed to cause annoyance when arriving unexpected, though this time we are invited I would like to try and not interrupt unannounced.. especially as he is married, and there is no telling what we may interrupt." A hand rose as if to silence any reply from Kaira, "My forgiveness Kaira, but we are being rude." To Kaira there was nothing wrong in finishing their conversation, humans were trained to wait patiently in her family as they spoke, it was almost natural to Kaira to assume all people found it polite to hold their tongue until a conversation was ended and they in turn were addressed and invited to speak.
"Greeting's M'lady," William offered a charming smile and removed his feathered hat as he greeted Storm, the hat almost sweeping the ground in his hold as he gave a bow. The twins both looked dressed for an old fashioned ball, and while William was changing his dress sense occasionally to better fit in with the students, Kaira did not like the clothes of this world and preferred to keep her accustomed style. So William dressed his part beside her not to leave her being the odd one out. "I had an audiance just yesterday with Scott Summers and was told to return for futher discussions and introductions. I am unsure if he wanted to speak with us today, as he merely said when Kaira was ready to join me. I am William, and this is my sister Kaira, I wondered if you might help us Miss Munroe.. If you are not too busy of course."
Didactics was a strange field, maybe even the strangest of all. Students like to complain, and for some reason tend to drop any sense of logic and consistency they may usually possess in the process, as if the highest goal of opposing the teacher were superior to everything else, using its awesome veto powers to make sure whichever task they are given, can and will be regarded as most unwelcome and the greatest source of annoyance. In Storm's experience, there were only two ways to counter that: discipline and diversification. The former was usually more important though.
As a team leader with more years of experience under her belt than most of her students had even lived - a thought that could potentially have depressed a less strong-willed and confident woman - making sure she gained and kept the right amount of authority was second nature to her; it was avoiding to be seen as some sort of fear-inducing dictator which represented the difficult task. Used to giving orders to people around her own age, or not all that much younger, in life and death situations where leaders were an accepted necessity, the wind caller had made quite a lot of mistakes when she had first taken up a teaching position. This wasn't war, or a mission, it was these kids' daily life, and one they needed to be as normal and happy as possible for that matter.
Enjoyment really hadn't ever been a subject when saving the world, but it was now, in a sense, although Storm had to admit that there were some character traits leading Gold Strike Force had imprinted onto her, which she would probably never entirely be able to get rid of. Then again, maybe that was actually to her advantage, seeing as it had helped her often enough in the past to maintain a position of respect even when her experiments in the teaching department had gone wrong one time or the other. She had improved a great deal, and dared to consider herself a good teacher, though due to her very nature, Ororo Munroe would never be the type who was invited to tag along to the Dying Star or a similar venue. Bigger student parties, maybe, but not the little private ones she could imagine Kitty or Aurora were asked out to.
And it was perfectly okay that way. There were other things that showed her she was being liked and that her opinion and guidance were appreciated. Students came to her after class, during her office times or, if it was really serious, sought her out on the school grounds to ask her help. Academic or personal, she always treated the respective problem as one of importance, for that's what it was for the one asking her help, and the thus created feeling of being taken seriously was certainly as much a pillar of her being who she was for "her" children as the way she held her classes.
It was most likely this position that let her get away with one of the most hated things teachers could possibly do: collect their students' folders. Storm always mentioned she would do that at the very beginning of each course, but pupils liked to forget about it at some point, and thus some complaining was inevitable, even if less loudly than she heard other teachers had to deal with on some occasions. It was a good way to see how everyone was keeping up though, if there were some mistakes consistent with some or possibly the majority of students that she hadn't noticed for the sole reason that she didn't always force everyone to hand in their assignments.
An eyebrow was raised when she looked at the front of the folder belonging to Matthias Evans, a student she knew a little better as he was also on her team obeX. 'Meteororology', she shook her head in silent amusement was just about to take a look inside when the door opened. Ororo frowned a little at intrusion, her expression not changing back to normal as quickly as it normally would have as the arrivals talked among each other for a moment as if she weren't able hear them. Eventually, the male of the pair seemed to realise that too, giving the most perfect bow Storm had ever seen (which, considering that this was the 21st century, didn't really say much). It also was, in combination with their clothing, also a telltale sign that these two were most probably a little out of the loop with modern society as a whole.
"Mr Summers hasn't informed me of anything, but I'll see what I can do for you," the windrider replied, deciding to overlook their behaviour for now. Few dared to enter her office without knocking, and to be honest, it had taken her too much by surprise to reprove them. For now, it seemed easiest to go with the flow. "Have a seat." She gestured at the chairs opposite of her and waited. This could prove interesting.
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
Re: Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers."Mr Summers hasn't informed me of anything, but I'll see what I can do for you," How strange, both the twins still had to grow accustomed to be talked to with such manner and importance drifting from the human speakers. While it blew Kaira's mind and her efforts to accept it were requiring a lot of patience and thought, none of which were negatively inclined, just completely unexpected and for her, almost unnatural. William on the other hand was almost giddy from the strength these people possessed, and it filled him with an almost childish enthusiam to see more of their world.
"Have a seat." Will gave the wind rider a charming grin, his hand motioning for his sister to take a seat. Instead of joining her, the twin brother stood a step behind her and to her side, old habits died hard and regardless of how many times Kaira pointed out his 'odd' behaviour, William still instinctively acted as he was always taught to act. Of course, having his twin around gave an added boost of free will, so to speak, however it would take a little time before a hundred and twenty years of teachings was able to be effortless brushed aside.
Rarely had William ever been in such a large home, the grounds were expanse and the people so many, all busy or lazy with their own daily plans, unphased by the troubles of the outside world as they hurried from one place to another. No one got shouted at with horrible words that no person should have any right to call another, the halls were filled with laughter or yelling of another kind.. boisterous.. wild and playful at times, so few ever negative as was common back home.. At least for where William called home.
Mr Summers had offered that if William wanted he was free to interact with the other students, and while that had been an exciting thought, it was also somewhat... frightening too. And for the life of him, the mixed blood just couldn't figure out why. There seemed to be an excuse for everything as to why William couldn't meet any of them, why he should avoid them, why he wasn't ready, or they weren't ready, a hundred little pointless reasons that in the end were really just that.. pointless.
"Forgive him, he got into another fight yesterday and probably finds it awkward to sit." At Kaira's polite excusing of his refusal to take Ororo's offer to be seated, William looked momentarily confused as to why a couple of bruises, uncomfortable as they were, would stop him from sitting? "He does tend to be reckless at times." Well, if anyone ever wondered if the twins were just lacking of proper edicate towards humans, that would pretty much show that how they acted was how they acted in general, and would need to learn to change in order to fit in. Though William was not of the rich side as her family, where every single flaw had to be excused as if the one who 'flawed' was a child getting scolded.
"And you would have me no other way but my recklessly charming self." The feathered hat was placed back upon William's head, attention focused on the white haired one that some have referred to as the 'Weather Witch'. "Are you reallly a Witch? Or is that merely a name given upon you?" There was a curious glance over her features before he added. "The Witches back home were never human, and never quite so.... ellagent in appearance." Translation being that most of the witches he obviously knew were horrible looking hags.. but he'd never dare call them that; not if he valued his curse free life.
Re: Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers.
This seemingly young pair was strange to say the least. If it hadn't already been rather obvious from their clothing, the way they acted quite obviously gave away that in one way or another, their home was not to be found in this world, or time. Then again, so Ororo told herself, there were always other explanations, and those she shouldn't ignore for they were more realistic, more likely even when the past had taught her that the improbable was more often true than what you thought to be the logical answer. At least in the life of an X-Men that happened to be the case rather frequently.
A thoughtful look examining the two strangers, Storm wondered whether Scott's involvement meant this was a case of superior importance, or on the contrary so negligible in nature that he busied himself with it just to do something without risking to worsen his situation. If it turned out to be the former, however unlikely it seemed seeing these young, strangely out-of-place people, she really would have to have a word with her old comrade in arms. Of course he wouldn't listen to her concerns about his health, but expect her to try to convince him regardless. It would have been the same if position had been reversed.
A nod was given at Kaira's explanation as to why her brother wouldn't sit down. "That's okay." She really didn't mind. As long as he didn't try to sit on her desk or jump around the room, his not following her invitation was anything but a problem. His rather blunt question could have been one though, had obeX's leader not already braced herself for out of place utterances. It also helped that this wasn't the first time someone asked about that specific detail, a fact that made it amusing enough for a light chuckle. "It depends on what a witch is for you, really. If calling upon the elements is witchcraft to you, then I am a witch." And with a slightly ironic smile, she added: "And if you belong to a small African tribe and letting it rain is the deed of a goddess, then this is what I am for you. It's all a matter of perspective."
And that is how it really was. 'Name is but sound and smoke', as Goethe had put it, and while the term "witch" had been the worst accusation just a few centuries ago, the 20th and 21st century had seen a large number of people calling herself just that with pride, changing the connotation for themselves, though not for all. If the word meant someone rooted in nature, in tune with the planet and its skies, then witch she was. In the end, everything depended on one's own interpretation.
Considering the question answered, Storm folded her hands together to rest her chin on them and looked at the siblings inquiringly. "Would you mind telling me what it is you wanted to talk to Mr Summers about?" The pile of work still ahead of her wouldn't finish itself and while she didn't mind helping Scott out there had to be a purpose to it too. If it was only about occupational therapy, they had a recreation room and plenty of other facilities to serve that purpose. Not that Ororo believed that was why the two had come there. But speeding things up a little couldn't hurt.
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
Re: Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers.
A waver of Kaira’s apology on William’s behalf was politely given, and her chuckle soon drifted through the air between them as she thought of his own comment for her. "It depends on what a witch is for you, really. If calling upon the elements is witchcraft to you, then I am a witch. " There were spellcasters able to control the weather, though they weren’t always just solely labelled ‘witches’ for it, though a human able to do such a thing, that was something humans were put to death for. "And if you belong to a small African tribe and letting it rain is the deed of a goddess, then this is what I am for you. It's all a matter of perspective." The image was difficult to picture, even as William tried, his eyes seemed to drift upwards a little to draw it out in his mind, a human, worshipped as a god. There were many that cried for such a title as equal to those around them, to be a god, would any in their demonic realm have even dared toy with such a daydream?
"Would you mind telling me what it is you wanted to talk to Mr Summers about?" To ask a lady’s personal business was generally rude, for a human to ask for a lady’s business, that was insolence at best, and Kaira seemed slightly surprised by the blunt request for personal information on their matter with Mr Summers. If William hadn’t placed his hand down upon his sister’s shoulder, effectively swooping in to silence any staggered reply, William feared for what altercations may have taken place…It was uncertain to him how people would respect to her due to this culture class that she was struggling with as much as they would if positions were reversed.
"I had come this day now past to speak with one of your faculty," The mixed blooded guardian began to explain in reference to his encounter with Scott the previous day, "My sister however was unable to be with me, and it happened I came across him, Mr Summers had wish to speak with both of us, and had told me to bring my beloved Kaira for us all to talk," He really didn’t want to have to go into detail all over again, it seemed at points the way he spoke only upset the human more, and he didn’t want to cause upset for everyone. "We are…." Guardian Angels tainted with demonic blood? New faces here to inquire about residence? Children of the man who had taken students from here in the past and in a few short brief acts caused disruption and anguish? The choice of introduction swamped him and William found that he could use none of which came to mind without feeling a twist in his stomach.
"Here as a show of courtesy, our orders transcends that of human authority," Kaira ended up weaving onto the end of the sentence that seemed to have faded from William’s lips, though by his sudden awkward shift of weight and unhappy eyes it was obvious he hadn’t really wanted her to put it in such a way. There was a tone of voice that made it appear as if she knew something that she was almost positive would be near impossible to explain to Storm, as if instead being vague was the only way not to completely throw the human mind into a tailspin of confusion.
"..A courtesy, yes," Awkwardly he threw a warning glance at Kaira, who seemed dismissive, if not entirely ignorant of the hint, "But one I deem is a necessity," For a moment the boyish charms of earlier faded, a serious stress settling over his features, it was hard when Kaira had grown up with nothing more then house broken servants who barely lifted their eyes from the floor and uttered few if any words. William had seen a wild human every day, he saw their resilience and their anger and their passion, even if the lives of such humans were short in comparison to the servants, they were more alive, more human. "I have explained much of ourselves to Mr Summers in my previous audience, I do assure you he knows what it is that my sister alludes to… I had even warned him of Kaira’s unfortunately… curt mannerisms," Another look passed between them, though Kaira seemed more unsure on what he was trying to suggest then annoyed, a slight frown on her brother’s handsome features causing her to keep her words to herself for the moment.
"I am aware of his ailment, I had not wished to risk putting further strain upon his shoulders, and my apologies for doing so," Continued the mixed breed in hopes of shedding some light on her questions… even if it would most likely raise a few more questions "We have an obligation to you, your students, all those that reside within these walls, however especially the X-men and their children… I was sent to stop Arisa Howlett from ending her life, and I had succeeded, even if at the time she was most displeased. Now she resides back in these walls, as was my duty to help guide her back here," Did they ever even know that Arisa had tried to kill herself? That she had come so close, that had he not stepped in she would have perished from their lives? Something told him not by the look within Storm’s gaze and her inward reactions. "We are to guard you as best we can, and that is our duty… yet we have a common enemy, one whom wishes to banish us with all his power, that is what I am led to assume Mr Summers wishes to discuss with us..." And with that he trailed, not sure what else to say, sensing he might have been better off explaining things more slowly, not all at once, not with so many harsh details, the attempted suicide of Arisa could have been left out… or… the threat they themselves were under… or maybe… Where would it end then? To build foundations in a lie or half truth, to cast shadows upon them, it would all lead us astray… He’d just have to learn not to throw it all in, so used to telling his master all the finest details, for leaving anything out could mean a severe punishment, perhaps he too was curt in his own way… He’d have to learn to curb that if it was so.
Re: Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers.
Storm had listened quietly to the back and forth between the twins, her thoughts an unheard commentary of what they did and did not say. The girl, Kaira, she had a demeanour built to annoy, but the weather witch refused to let it become anything more than a slight feeling of irritation in the back of her mind. If what they said was true, and so far she couldn't see a reason why they should lie - which didn't say much of course, they were maybe unfamiliar enough with rules of courtesy to explain the loftiness that Kaira wore like an imperial mantle.
There was something very strange about them, but the feeling was too vague for Ororo to put a finger on it. The male twin also seemed to have much better social skills. Better to an extend, actually, that implied they had not been growing up together, for it was very rare for people of the same upbringing to display such drastically different behaviour. Or maybe he was just better at disguising his attitudes. Either way, it was near impossible for her at this point to really make sense of the two or their story.
The message of Arisa's attempted suicide came quite as a shock, she was Wolverine's daughter after all. Even if she herself had known nothing regarding the child's whereabouts, Ororo had always presumed that Logan knew. Then again, he had always been good at hiding if something troubled him, unless it had been fury boiling inside of him. He couldn't bottle that up as easily. It was only now that she began to wonder if the clawed mutant had maybe not known where his daughter had been all these months after all.
"I see...," the former goddess replied after a short pause, inwardly shaking her head at Scott. *What have you gotten yourself into now?* she thought disapprovingly. So much for saving up his strength to battle the illness threatening to consume him. It was in his nature of course, and Storm knew she wouldn't have acted any differently. "Is someone with Arisa at the moment?" The question was likely to not be what they had been aiming at, but she didn't feel like considering that then. There was an important lesson to be learned in having to wait. It was quite obvious to her that at least Kaira was in dire need of a whole course worth of lessons to begin with.
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
Re: Tuesday March 20th: In Search for Mr Summers."I see...," For some reason the reply made William a little nervous, in his world 'I see' was so often a response of displeasure, especially when attempting to bargain or insist upon something. "Is someone with Arisa at the moment?" With her? As in one of them? Or another human? In a sense neither would be true, Kaira gave a most displeased sigh before replying, her disagreement with Arisa's choice of companion more then clear.
"It appears she resides often in the company of one of your apparent guests," Kaira addressed, an air of formality about her reply as if any personal touch might cause too volatile a mixture. "That strange Cadaver of yours," It appeared that Kaira figured that the last comment would explain everything regarding Arisa's residence with Spike, the school's very on vampire. Though more then a vampire, an immortal parasite, once ripped of its human essence and now with it returned, that glow inside the mortal coil that was so very often referred to as the human soul. Most creatures had souls, but the vampires seemed to fester in the human population, arrogant in thinking they were somehow the higher being when in truth it was the human form they needed in order to feed and procreate.. without humans they were nothing, a virus without a host.
"They do not experiment with the creature, my sister, they house him as one of their own... I believe," There was a thoughtful pause only briefly given before William's form rose from the seat, a few graceful though hesitant steps drawing him even closer to the white haired, a playful tilt of his head and a charming little grin followed in his slightly stiff movements. "We use the word Cadaver for those undead who still linger on in captivity, a lot of research or experiments.... though despite all I have seen, I have never seen a vampire with a soul before," It was as if the people of this school were somehow magical despite their frailty, their lack of spells and potions didn't seem to stop the miracles that walked these walls. "Arisa is never alone, the child is well loved... by her family, by this strange creature as well many others, and whenever she needs help I shall hear her call and shall be by her side within a single heartbeat," There was an eagerness to the halfbreeds eyes, a look that showed clearly what his mouth said and what his mind was thinking had to be two different things, his gaze so clearly asking questions that had nothing to do with the words flowing from his lips. "I beg of you to answer me this... tell me of Belthzor, what do you know of him?"
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