Nick's Arrival
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A new mutant is dropped off at the mansion by an old ally.
Nicholas Gleason stood outside of the gate to the huge mansion, his jaw dropping slightly in amazement. He turned his eyes towards the sign on the gate reading “Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” It still hadn’t settled in completely that this was about to become his new place of residence. It was only a few days earlier that he had been restrained to a hospital bed, thinking that there was nowhere else for him to go other than sinking into madness.
He finally picked his jaw up off the ground as he adjusted his backpack around his shoulders that contained his only possessions, the few things he was able to salvage from his ruined former home in Wisconsin. The shock and nerves in his now unusually high-pitched voice as still evident as he turned to his traveling companion next to him. “Are you sure I’m ready for this?”
"That's a question that I cannot answer, Nicholas. What i can assure you is that they are ready for you." Nathaniel Essex said, stepping out of his BMW and crossing over to the door. It was curious, his first return to the mansion in five years. He would not have expected under these circumstances.
He took another look at the boy, contrasting him with his transformative state. The skinny child bore no signs of the robust heavy lupine form that was his mutant state to transform into. For the thousandenth time, Essex considered the genetic processes that allowed mutants like Nicholas to ignore the basic laws of the conservation of mass/matter. Another interesting side research project for the future.
"Come along, Nicholas." He said finally. He'd purchased new clothes and basic toiletries for him in the city, but he was essentially coming to the Institute with his old identity stripped away. Essex, with the assistance of the hospital and Xavier had cleared up the legal issues surrounding the Gleeson children, with his sister moving into a foster family, and Nicholas the responsibility of the school until his eighteenth birthday. It would be curious to see his social transformation along with his mutant one. Essex touched the bell on the front door, sure that the mansion's security had already alerted those inside of their arrival.
The doorbell ringing generally meant one of two things: a package delivery or a new student delivery. As had become customary at the mansion, whoever was closest to the door had to be the one to answer. Luckily for the boy on the other side, that person was Leyu Yoshida. Though at thirteen she was finally growing up into a woman, she was still familiar as the sweet bubbly over-sugared girl. "Hello! Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters!" she greeted with a bright smile. "I'm Leyu. Can I help you?"
A hand appeared on her shoulder, attached to an frowning man behind her. "I think you have summer classes to attend, Imouto-chan," Shiro said, stepping in front of his younger sister. She pouted, but knew that look on his face and acquiesced, turning heel to rejoin her friends. Shiro offered a glance at the kid, and then turned his attention to the older man. "Nathaniel Essex, I presume." Though they'd never met, one would have to be a fool to not recognize him.
"Doctor Essex." Essex replied, without the slightest bit of offense in his voice. It was simply as if Shiro had answered a question incorrectly and needed to be patiently told the right answer. "This is young Nicholas Gleason. I spoke with Charles about his arrival."
The new mutant stepped back from the door. It seemed there was some kind of tension around this place that he did not know about. He quickly drug his eyes away from the huge mansion in front of him, which still seemed more like an illusion than real life and looked towards the man behind the door, trying to read exactly what was going on. He slowly raised his hand towards him, as he tried to work up a half-smile across his face. "Looks like I'm the new guy around here."
"Looks like," Shiro kept his eyes on Essex, although for a brief moment he seemed to be looking off into space. Upon Xavier's psychic confirmation, Shiro nodded and finally actually looked at the kid. Finally, someone his own height. He took Nicholas' hand and gave it a single, hearty shake, and then stepped aside to let them both in. "My name is Shiro Yoshida. Professor Xavier will see you both."
"You will have to give Charles my regrets. I do have some pressing business to attend to." Essex reached into his pocket and produced a card. On it were a couple of numbers and an address in his neat copperplate writing. "Good luck, Nicholas. This is a rare opportunity that you are receiving. Do make yourself deserving of it. If you ever need to reach me, you can find me in the city with this." He passed the card over and held out one scarred hand.
Gleason quickly pressed the card into the pocket of his jeans, making sure it was secure before reaching up and taking the hand of Dr. Essex. As he shook it, he met the doctor's eyes. "Thank you for everything Dr. Essex, I won't soon forget this." He meant the words as he let go of the hand of the man who had given him an opportunity to begin anew.
"Indeed." Essex said. He turned towards the door, nodding to Shiro. "Mister Yoshida, give Charles my best." And with that, Essex stepped back out to his car, disappearing from the mansion with the same alacrity in which he entered. As if he'd never been there at all.
"I am certain he will be thrilled," Shiro muttered. He waited until Essex nearly vanished before shutting the doors and escorting the kid to his first of what promised to be many meetings with Xavier, judging by just who had brought him to the school in the first place. "Welcome to the school, Mister Gleason."
Gleason tried to force a smile across his face, but again, all that he could manage was a half smirk. "Thank you." The young boy couldn't help but gawk at the extravagant surroundings inside that even eclipsed those outside the mansion. It was vastly different from the quaint homes of Wisconsin. "He couldn't help but cock an eyebrow as he looked towards the faculty member next to him. "Are you sure this is a school?"
That question brought some light to Shiro's disposition. "Sometimes I wonder. But it is certainly a learning environment, whether or not it is a 'school.' I graduated four years ago and I am still learning."
The boy still couldn't help but continue staring as the pair made their way down the hallway. He quickly began scratching the back of his head, trying to mask his nerves at both being in a new place and meeting someone else with abilities, an experience he was rapidly trying to acclimate to. "Can you tell me a little bit more about the Professor? Dr. Essex told me a little about him, but I still feel like there's a lot more I should know."
"Professor Xavier is . . . a great human being. A saint, maybe." Or a bodhisattva, but Shiro doubted Gleason knew what that was, much less was able to spell it. "If you are encountering difficulties with your mutation, then Essex was right to take you here. There are few others who could help you."
Difficulties with his mutation, I guess that's one way of saying it. Slowly Nick pushed his eyebrows together as something that his companion had mentioned to him suddenly began to shift back into his consciousness. "Wait, you used to be a student here? If you don't mind me asking, what brought you here?" Nick was excited at his first opportunity to talk to someone who had been brought into the special learning environment he found himself on the threshold of.
"My powers were developing faster than I could control them. My cousin had heard of the school and felt that sending me here would offer me the education I needed." And the tool Harada wanted. A tennis ball-sized orb of red and gold fire flickered into being above his right hand. "I am a pyrokinetic of sorts. A human nuclear bomb. A loss of control would be disastrous."
Gleason nodded slightly as he looked at the flame flickering in front of him. A new respect was slowly forming from the young mutant towards the man walking with him. Maybe Dr. Essex had been right, there may actually be people that would be able to understand him at this new school. "How did you deal with it?" He was genuinely curious, being drawn into the faculty member's story.
"Your tense is incorrect. How do I deal with it." Shiro clenched his fist to dispel the fireball. "Practice. Meditation. Pyrokinetics are an odd group in that our powers are usually very closely tied to our emotions, more so than other energy manipulators. Control over one's mind is essential for control over one's body."
"I can understand the whole emotions thing. It seems that sometimes even watching a scary movie is enough for me to rip through a new pair of shoes." It felt good to be able to talk to someone who understood a little more about his powers. More of a relief than Nick would have thought. "Is there a chance that after I meet with the Professor, I can talk to you about it in a little more detail?"
Someone actually wanted to talk to him? This was new. Kid must be desperate. "Anou, sure, I suppose. Are you an energy manipulator, too?" Shiro could tell Nick's body was warmer than average, but wasn't at his level, and not even at that Dean girl's.
"No I'm a..." Nick scratched the back of his head for a second, trying to find the best way to describe his ability. "I guess you could say I'm a werewolf." He let out a quick laugh. "But instead of transforming at the full moon, I transform whenever my emotions get out of control." The boy paused for a second as they stopped in front of a pair of large doors. Slowly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and pushing it towards the faculty member. "Thank you again for all of your help." It was still weird for Nick to be around others with abilities, but this man seemed to have some kind of a connection to Nick. He wasn't sure exactly how to approach it.
Nor did Shiro. It made him feel a mite uncomfortable, even. But he took Nick's hand again and gave it another good shake. "You're welcome. Welcome to the madhouse."
A new mutant is dropped off at the mansion by an old ally.
Nicholas Gleason stood outside of the gate to the huge mansion, his jaw dropping slightly in amazement. He turned his eyes towards the sign on the gate reading “Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” It still hadn’t settled in completely that this was about to become his new place of residence. It was only a few days earlier that he had been restrained to a hospital bed, thinking that there was nowhere else for him to go other than sinking into madness.
He finally picked his jaw up off the ground as he adjusted his backpack around his shoulders that contained his only possessions, the few things he was able to salvage from his ruined former home in Wisconsin. The shock and nerves in his now unusually high-pitched voice as still evident as he turned to his traveling companion next to him. “Are you sure I’m ready for this?”
"That's a question that I cannot answer, Nicholas. What i can assure you is that they are ready for you." Nathaniel Essex said, stepping out of his BMW and crossing over to the door. It was curious, his first return to the mansion in five years. He would not have expected under these circumstances.
He took another look at the boy, contrasting him with his transformative state. The skinny child bore no signs of the robust heavy lupine form that was his mutant state to transform into. For the thousandenth time, Essex considered the genetic processes that allowed mutants like Nicholas to ignore the basic laws of the conservation of mass/matter. Another interesting side research project for the future.
"Come along, Nicholas." He said finally. He'd purchased new clothes and basic toiletries for him in the city, but he was essentially coming to the Institute with his old identity stripped away. Essex, with the assistance of the hospital and Xavier had cleared up the legal issues surrounding the Gleeson children, with his sister moving into a foster family, and Nicholas the responsibility of the school until his eighteenth birthday. It would be curious to see his social transformation along with his mutant one. Essex touched the bell on the front door, sure that the mansion's security had already alerted those inside of their arrival.
The doorbell ringing generally meant one of two things: a package delivery or a new student delivery. As had become customary at the mansion, whoever was closest to the door had to be the one to answer. Luckily for the boy on the other side, that person was Leyu Yoshida. Though at thirteen she was finally growing up into a woman, she was still familiar as the sweet bubbly over-sugared girl. "Hello! Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters!" she greeted with a bright smile. "I'm Leyu. Can I help you?"
A hand appeared on her shoulder, attached to an frowning man behind her. "I think you have summer classes to attend, Imouto-chan," Shiro said, stepping in front of his younger sister. She pouted, but knew that look on his face and acquiesced, turning heel to rejoin her friends. Shiro offered a glance at the kid, and then turned his attention to the older man. "Nathaniel Essex, I presume." Though they'd never met, one would have to be a fool to not recognize him.
"Doctor Essex." Essex replied, without the slightest bit of offense in his voice. It was simply as if Shiro had answered a question incorrectly and needed to be patiently told the right answer. "This is young Nicholas Gleason. I spoke with Charles about his arrival."
The new mutant stepped back from the door. It seemed there was some kind of tension around this place that he did not know about. He quickly drug his eyes away from the huge mansion in front of him, which still seemed more like an illusion than real life and looked towards the man behind the door, trying to read exactly what was going on. He slowly raised his hand towards him, as he tried to work up a half-smile across his face. "Looks like I'm the new guy around here."
"Looks like," Shiro kept his eyes on Essex, although for a brief moment he seemed to be looking off into space. Upon Xavier's psychic confirmation, Shiro nodded and finally actually looked at the kid. Finally, someone his own height. He took Nicholas' hand and gave it a single, hearty shake, and then stepped aside to let them both in. "My name is Shiro Yoshida. Professor Xavier will see you both."
"You will have to give Charles my regrets. I do have some pressing business to attend to." Essex reached into his pocket and produced a card. On it were a couple of numbers and an address in his neat copperplate writing. "Good luck, Nicholas. This is a rare opportunity that you are receiving. Do make yourself deserving of it. If you ever need to reach me, you can find me in the city with this." He passed the card over and held out one scarred hand.
Gleason quickly pressed the card into the pocket of his jeans, making sure it was secure before reaching up and taking the hand of Dr. Essex. As he shook it, he met the doctor's eyes. "Thank you for everything Dr. Essex, I won't soon forget this." He meant the words as he let go of the hand of the man who had given him an opportunity to begin anew.
"Indeed." Essex said. He turned towards the door, nodding to Shiro. "Mister Yoshida, give Charles my best." And with that, Essex stepped back out to his car, disappearing from the mansion with the same alacrity in which he entered. As if he'd never been there at all.
"I am certain he will be thrilled," Shiro muttered. He waited until Essex nearly vanished before shutting the doors and escorting the kid to his first of what promised to be many meetings with Xavier, judging by just who had brought him to the school in the first place. "Welcome to the school, Mister Gleason."
Gleason tried to force a smile across his face, but again, all that he could manage was a half smirk. "Thank you." The young boy couldn't help but gawk at the extravagant surroundings inside that even eclipsed those outside the mansion. It was vastly different from the quaint homes of Wisconsin. "He couldn't help but cock an eyebrow as he looked towards the faculty member next to him. "Are you sure this is a school?"
That question brought some light to Shiro's disposition. "Sometimes I wonder. But it is certainly a learning environment, whether or not it is a 'school.' I graduated four years ago and I am still learning."
The boy still couldn't help but continue staring as the pair made their way down the hallway. He quickly began scratching the back of his head, trying to mask his nerves at both being in a new place and meeting someone else with abilities, an experience he was rapidly trying to acclimate to. "Can you tell me a little bit more about the Professor? Dr. Essex told me a little about him, but I still feel like there's a lot more I should know."
"Professor Xavier is . . . a great human being. A saint, maybe." Or a bodhisattva, but Shiro doubted Gleason knew what that was, much less was able to spell it. "If you are encountering difficulties with your mutation, then Essex was right to take you here. There are few others who could help you."
Difficulties with his mutation, I guess that's one way of saying it. Slowly Nick pushed his eyebrows together as something that his companion had mentioned to him suddenly began to shift back into his consciousness. "Wait, you used to be a student here? If you don't mind me asking, what brought you here?" Nick was excited at his first opportunity to talk to someone who had been brought into the special learning environment he found himself on the threshold of.
"My powers were developing faster than I could control them. My cousin had heard of the school and felt that sending me here would offer me the education I needed." And the tool Harada wanted. A tennis ball-sized orb of red and gold fire flickered into being above his right hand. "I am a pyrokinetic of sorts. A human nuclear bomb. A loss of control would be disastrous."
Gleason nodded slightly as he looked at the flame flickering in front of him. A new respect was slowly forming from the young mutant towards the man walking with him. Maybe Dr. Essex had been right, there may actually be people that would be able to understand him at this new school. "How did you deal with it?" He was genuinely curious, being drawn into the faculty member's story.
"Your tense is incorrect. How do I deal with it." Shiro clenched his fist to dispel the fireball. "Practice. Meditation. Pyrokinetics are an odd group in that our powers are usually very closely tied to our emotions, more so than other energy manipulators. Control over one's mind is essential for control over one's body."
"I can understand the whole emotions thing. It seems that sometimes even watching a scary movie is enough for me to rip through a new pair of shoes." It felt good to be able to talk to someone who understood a little more about his powers. More of a relief than Nick would have thought. "Is there a chance that after I meet with the Professor, I can talk to you about it in a little more detail?"
Someone actually wanted to talk to him? This was new. Kid must be desperate. "Anou, sure, I suppose. Are you an energy manipulator, too?" Shiro could tell Nick's body was warmer than average, but wasn't at his level, and not even at that Dean girl's.
"No I'm a..." Nick scratched the back of his head for a second, trying to find the best way to describe his ability. "I guess you could say I'm a werewolf." He let out a quick laugh. "But instead of transforming at the full moon, I transform whenever my emotions get out of control." The boy paused for a second as they stopped in front of a pair of large doors. Slowly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and pushing it towards the faculty member. "Thank you again for all of your help." It was still weird for Nick to be around others with abilities, but this man seemed to have some kind of a connection to Nick. He wasn't sure exactly how to approach it.
Nor did Shiro. It made him feel a mite uncomfortable, even. But he took Nick's hand again and gave it another good shake. "You're welcome. Welcome to the madhouse."
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