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Post by Hearth on Jul 1, 2024 15:22:50 GMT -5
Date: October 20th, 6:00 pm Location: Mansion infirmary Tags: Gigabyte, open! Note: This thread takes place right after Up in Flames, so just a quick note it will be in the past ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) The drive to the mansion had been mostly filled with silence, Lance being stuck up in his own thoughts of what had just occurred. Randomly going up in flames wasn't exactly what you would call normal for someone who had lived a generally normal life, not counting an overbearing rich father of course. It was miraculous his mutation hadn't triggered much sooner given the tension in his household for much of his life, even more so after his brother outed his best friend in their high school days. He still despised his brother for that incident, wishing he had been able to do more than he had back then. Closer and closer they got, the more familiar the area became, and area he rarely bothered with unless absolutely necessary. Admittedly, he'd much rather be anywhere than near these neighborhoods, but before long they had arrived at a rather impressive manor, the Xavier Institute. Any other time, Lance probably wouldn't have been impressed given his own lifestyle growing up, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been floored. Not only was the grounds well maintained and beautifully kept, but the inside was a lot more massive than he was expecting, extravagant even. It was hard not to be a little speechless as he stepped into the foyer, whistling softly as he took in the surroundings. " Sheesh, you guys are living it up here Ms.Parker, makes my family home look almost normal by definition." He commented in awe, adjusting the fireproof blanket on his shoulders giving a soft grunt as he moved his arms. Though it didn't hurt as much as earlier, there was still some soreness from the manifested flames. He wondered how long it would be before he got use to the feeling. Aware he could ask more questions regarding the institute, the small bit of pain was enough to remind him of why they were there to begin with. " But anyway, you said something about a more state-of-the-art place right? Where do we go from here?" He inquired.
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Post by Gigabyte on Jul 2, 2024 7:29:21 GMT -5
Tag: Hearth, open! Words: 305 Notes: Glad we're doing this thread! I think it will help with the character developments. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) When Lance had first agreed to go with Sierra to the infirmary, she had mentally sent a text message to the other instructors of the manor. She was sure they would take her warning of company in stride and, hopefully, prevent the students from bombarding Lance and her when they arrived.
Lance's first comment when walking into the manor was in awe and Sierra took a moment to ponder on her response. Honesty appeared to be the best policy at the moment.
"You'll recall what I said about being discreet as to what you will see and hear in this manor," she said, gesturing for Lance to follow her down a small hallway and to the elevator that would lead them to the sub-basement.
As the little doors closed and the elevator began to descend, Sierra stated, "Xavier's Institute is a boarding house for young mutants, and has been for a couple of decades. The current instructors of the manor have also grown up here to help keep our mutations under control as we grew."
She paused, allowing that thought to sink into her guest's head before the elevator stopped and the doors opened to chrome, sleek hallways. Sierra led the way to the infirmary, glancing back at Lance to mention, "Very few of Bayville High's faculty know that I live here. I hope I can trust you to keep mum about it. For now, anyway.
"The infirmary is through here," she continued, sticking to the main reason as to why Lance was here. She hoped that her brief explanation was sufficient enough, but she was certain Lance would have more questions. "There is a standing x-ray machine that I would like to use to ensure Mr. Tolansky hadn't missed too many glass pieces, then you can take a seat on one of the beds."
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 4, 2024 8:39:34 GMT -5
Words: 274 Tags: Gigabyte, HearthSierra had all but dashed out of the manor a couple of hours earlier, stating there had been an emergency at the school, and Kurt hadn't had the time to ask for any explanations. Instead, he could only trust Sierra to let them know if she needed help and kept his cell phone close by for when she needed to contact them.
Eventually she texted and stated she was bringing someone back to the manor to use the infirmary. A mutant, someone who probably just realized their potential, and Kurt hoped that they hadn't been hurt too badly. Regardless, he responded that he would prepare the infirmary and teleported to the sub-basement to do just that.
Kurt made sure the machines were on, warming up in case they were needed, and prepped one of the roll-away beds for a patient. As he used his tail as a third hand to help right a corner of the bed's sheet, he suddenly wondered if he should turn on his image inducer. The little watch-like device was in his bedroom and, while it would only take the blink of an eye to retrieve it, the idea of wearing it at this time put a sour taste in his mouth.
He would not hide in his own home.
As such, he waited just on the inside of the infirmary, hoping he would be more of a help rather than a hindrance to Sierra and whoever she was bringing back. Once the doors to the infirmary opened, Kurt gave both of them a gentle smile and said, "Good evening. I am Kurt Wagner, and I hope I can help."
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Post by Hearth on Jul 8, 2024 21:09:15 GMT -5
Lance followed Sierra to the elevator, another surprise to him, wondering just how big the mansion could possibly be. Was it really that big? From the outside, it certainly was large, but he never would have fathomed it to require an elevator of all things. But he began to realize the elevator was going down well past any basement such an expansive home might have, counting the number of beeps in his head as it went down. Several feet underground they went, making him even more confused than he already was. At Sierra's remark however regarding discretion, the young man quickly nodded, " My lips are sealed, promise." He assured her before listening intently as she explained more about the manor and its purpose. A boarding school for mutants? Not exactly something you heard every day, and was certainly of interest to him. But, he would keep his word as he let the words settle in, the last sentence bringing a new burning question into his mind. ' A few decades she said, I wonder...' Lance recalled from his youth, the broadcast that had exposed mutants to the world especially there in Bayville. At first, he opened his mouth as if to say something, feeling the question gnawing at his thoughts but decided against it as the elevator slowed to a stop, closing his mouth for now as he decided to save the question for another time. " Like I said, I know how to keep a secret Ms.Parker." When the elevator doors opened, he found himself more and more confused, if even a little apprehensive seeing the halls. " ...I don't think anyone would believe me anyway." He admitted as he looked at the sleek, chrome hallways, hesitantly following after Sierra when seeing the metallic hallways. It reminded him too much of the movies involving experimentation, spy movies, and villain hideouts, something that brought a little dread. " A standing x-ray machine? You weren't kidding about the state-of-the-Whoa!" As Lance followed towards the infirmary he was taken aback upon the door opening revealing someone awaiting them, someone very, very blue and fuzzy. To say he was surprised was an understatement, Lance caught off guard by the appearance of Kurt. Not so much out of fear so much as not expecting the demon-looking blue mutant to be awaiting them. " Uhh, sorry, I didn't mean to react that way." Realizing how rude he may have come off as, Lance was quick to apologize, sheepishly bowing his head in slight shame, " I didn't mean to sound rude Mr.Wagner, I just wasn't expecting to see someone so...blue, and fuzzy." Lance apologized profusely as he stepped into the room hoping he hadn't offended Kurt too badly, if at all. Tags: Gigabyte, Nightcrawler, open!
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Post by Gigabyte on Jul 9, 2024 6:48:14 GMT -5
Tag: Hearth, Nightcrawler, open! Words: 351 Lance assured her again that he was able to keep quiet about what went on behind the walls of Xavier Institute. Of course, when mutants were outed about fifteen or so years ago, the world knew the true purpose of Charles Xavier's home. With the professor's help -- and other good Samaritans and scientists in his circle -- Xavier's Institute has become a quiet, badly-kept secret from the world.
Don't ask, don't tell. It was a bittersweet rule when one was a mutant nowadays, and Sierra did not want to subject the students that lived within these walls to potential danger.
Lance echoed in either awe or disbelief at her words regarding a standing x-ray machine, but it was short-lived when he spotted Kurt standing rather nonchalantly in the infirmary. Sierra allowed a moment for Lance to take in Kurt's appearance and was pleased at how quickly Lance caught himself with his surprise.
"Kurt here is the headmaster," Sierra said as an addition to the introductions. "Kurt, this is Lance Bond, a teacher's aid that has been with us since the beginning of the school year."
Many of the machines were at least turned on, and Sierra thanked Kurt warmly for the foresight and help. "I appreciate you willing to help, Kurt," she said, "as long as Lance does not have any objections."
Lance was getting quite a few surprises tonight, after all.
"Lance, the x-ray is this way." Sierra led the young man to the standing x-ray and gave him the proper smock as a cover, pulling over a curtain for modesty's sake. "Strip to what you're comfortable with and cover yourself with the smock. Step into the machine and relax as much as you can, then just call out when you're ready. I'll be behind the wall monitoring the machine."
Once she gave him the instructions, Sierra ducked out of the way to give Lance some privacy. The monitor for the x-ray machine prepped itself with her mental command, but she looked to Kurt. "Will you be able to find some suitable clothes for Lance? Something comfortable and, if possible, heat-resistant?"
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 11, 2024 20:19:48 GMT -5
Words: 324 Tags: Hearth, GigabyteMein Gott, he was young.
Kurt hadn't been expecting Sierra to bring home another student -- she had specifically texted a teacher's aid, after all -- but he didn't quite expect the new mutant to still be rather young. Was he still living with his family? Would he be alright at home?
It wasn't time for such questions. Best to focus on the present. Which included poor Lance startling at Kurt's appearance.
Kurt, on his part, gave Lance a crooked smile and a small shrug. "No offense taken, mein freund. I'm rather used to such a reaction. Likewise, I didn't quite expect to see someone looking like you."
His words were said with a kind tone, but he was very curious as to the cracks in Lance's golem-like skin. How much of Lance's physique was new to him just from tonight?
Sierra spoke up, business as usual, and Kurt was sure her calm and professional demeanor was helpful to Lance. Kurt himself nodded when Sierra mentioned that she appreciated his help, but both of them would defer to Lance should the young man wish for Kurt to disappear.
Kurt moved so he was behind the monitors for the x-ray machine (being sure to walk rather than teleport; there would be no use startling Lance again with the sound and smell of Kurt's abilities), making certain he was out of the way until he was needed. He did, however, agree when Sierra asked him to find some other clothing for Lance. "Ja, of course. I'm sure we have some spare material from the uniforms... Those may work."
Kurt left the infirmary to do just that, not taking long to return with a couple of extra shirts and pairs of pants that were made with some of the same material as the unique fabric blend of their uniforms. Malleable atoms that resisted many outside elements may be just the type of clothing that Lance could use right now.
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Post by Hearth on Sept 4, 2024 13:01:54 GMT -5
Lance raised a slight brow when Sierra mentioned Kurt was the headmaster of the boarding school, not so much because he was a fuzzy looking demon, but just because he seemed...young. " That makes two of us, Mr.Wagner-would you prefer I call you Kurt? You seem a lot younger than any headmaster I've ever seen. Guess this night is full of surprises for us both, eh." Not that Lance meant that in a bad way of course. He was a little more surprised that Kurt was such a young headmaster more than he was by his appearance; frankly, his appearance was more of a unexpected sight than giving him any genuine fear. Mostly because Kurt was far from being the first mutant he had seen with such an extensive physical mutation. It made him briefly reminisce about his childhood best friend, wondering if the Xavier Institute had still been operating when he was a teenager would he had had a better chance in life. A bitter memory he pushed to the side knowing the last thing he needed was igniting more flames in such a confined space. Though Sierra was quick to pull his thoughts back, shaking off the thoughts of the past as he focused back on her and Kurt in the present. " I don't mind him sticking around at all, better to have the help than none at all." Lance assured them, not minding Kurt sticking around. " Besides, you two are the hosts, would be rude of me to boot you out." Even if Lance could be a pain, he was nothing but polite and gracious. This was their home after all, and the last thing he would do was be rude. Strangely, having them both around helped to keep himself calm, knowing that he was in the presence of those who had long gone through such a strange shift in their lives being quite welcoming to help understand his own transition. Knowing that support existed at this moment helped ease his own worries. Doing as Sierra instructed, Lance followed her to the machine before taking the smock, " Feels like getting a physical for sports all over again." He mused before the curtain was closed. Stripping down to his boxers before putting on the smock, it gave him a couple minutes to inspect what further patches might be around, spotting old ones flaking away but revealing the same grayish-black patches as seen on his arms and hands, faint blue glowing seen in the cracks. ' Feels like I'm ready to burst with something.' But how soon? Frowning at the thought, Lance tried once more not to think about it before raising his voice a bit, " I'm ready." Tags: Gigabyte, Nightcrawler
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