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Settling In (Open to X-ers)

Brianna sat on the south lawn in yoga pants and a tank top in the lotus position, counting her breaths as she cycled through several breathing exercises at the end of her meditations. She'd been back at Xavier's for a couple of days now and she was settling in all right. Mom and Dad seemed to be having a good time back home, though she knew her father would want to get out on the road again as soon as possible.

She felt herself return to alertness and opened her eyes as if seeing the world anew for the first time. Her meditations always renewed her spirt and her mind and she was ready to take on the new day.

Standing in one smooth motion, Brianna LeBeau began tehe first of several katas, taking up an open fighting stance and working through encountering her foe, engaging and finally, dispatching that foe before beginning the next kata.

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"Waking up as oneself is always a good thing." Brianna said, believing that Pete's words were a euphemism of sorts. Why wouldn't he wake up as himself?

"How long have you been here at the school, Pete?" Brianna asked.

Bobbi stayed quiet figuring the older kids would want to talk. "Hm, I'm going to get some more juice you two want anything from the kitchen?"

"It doesn't happen often, so I enjoy it," he admitted quietly. He thought mutants took a lot of things literally since they had powers that could do most anything. So, he had no reason to try to disabuse any notions.

"About a year. And no thank you," he answered in turn. Pete shifted a bit on the couch, being careful not to encroach on personal space. He never knew which mutant had the power to turn him to stone, suck him dry, or cook him like bacon by looking at them.

"No thank you, Bobbi. I'm okay." Brianna said. As she spoke, the reception on the television became somewhat fuzzy before clearing up again. Then the picture dissolved into intermittent static.

Brianna looked at the TV and sighed. It was happening again.

"Well that's cool. I was here a lot when I was younger but I just got back. Besides waking up on the right side of the bed, how has your day gone so far?" Brianna asked him.

Bobbi wasn't gone long, coming back sipping at juice. "Ugh too warm." She closed her eyes a moment focusing on the plastic cup, having learned long ago that glass wasn't a good idea for her. Taking another sip from the straw she grinned. "Sure beats going to the gas station for slushies."

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Pete glanced at the static-y television. He shifted one of his feet a bit to get ready to move out of the way if the set exploded. Mutants everywhere. It could happen. "Uh, did you do that?"

He licked his dry-feeling lips as he tried to remember what he was asked. It took him a moment to remember it was about his day. "Kinda odd, actually. I'm not used to having time before sessions. I usually just get to ride shotgun until then."

Brianna chuckled at Bobbi. She was cute and funny and she had a nifty power, unlike Brianna's which was suited to causing pain.

And then the TV abruptly cut off.

"Yeah, that was my fault. My power causes chaos with electronics sometimes. Nothing explodes but things suddenly become a little less reliable in my presence. Usually I can get an entire episode in before things get unfortunate, though." Brianna said.

"When you say 'ride shotgun', what do you mean?" she asked, curious at that choice of words.

Bobbi quirked a brow at the TV. "And here I was going to change it to the soccer game." She shrugged. "And it's cool, though I'll warn you now that if I'm having a bad day you might want to hold off on a shower until I'm calmed down... I don't mean to, but I've been known to freeze pipes." Hey they deserved the warning... On an added thought, "Don't tell Brooke though."

"Usually there's a turtle in control," Pete answered distractedly. He unconsciously scooted an inch away from Bobbi. He liked his showers warm and uninterrupted. She could probably kill one of the turtles with that kind of talk. Which, while a wishful thought to Pete, also meant he would die with the turtle.

"I... have no idea who Brooke is."

Brianna noted Pete's reaction to Bobbi's words and chuckled a little.

"I don't even know who this Brooke person is but the little I've heard about her isn't very flattering." Brianna said. "But I won't tell anyone about the pipes. Just give a girl some warning, okay?"

When Pete mentioned that a turtle was usually in control, though, Brianna's expression darkened a bit.

"Wait...that insulting bloke who can't speak English...that was you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "His name was Athos, right? He wasn't very nice."

"Don't worry you'll get warning. and Pete? I only do that to people who annoy me."

She goes silent. "You know now I see why you flinched. I'll be careful when it comes to sparring them. I wouldn't want to hurt you too."

Pete was not exactly comforted by the assurance. Mostly because he found turning into man-sized turtles at the very least annoying. He did stop trying to scoot away from Bobbi however.

"That wasn't me. That was Athos. Two different... things. And I have no idea what he said, so I don't know if it was insulting."

"Well, he wasn't very nice. He said, and I quote, 'It isn't my job to tumble to, basher'" Brianna said.

"So he's you but he's not you?" she asked, a little confused. Pete seemed cool but if he had multiple personalities, she needed to understand what was going on in case she ran into Athos again.

"Even I'm not quite sure what he meant there. But I don't think 'basher' is a bad term. Though if he was trying to be nice, he would have called you 'cutter.'" Pete shrugged a little helplessly. Athos wasn't the most personable of the turtles. He was definitely the crankiest and hardest to understand.

"All the turtles take over my body when they want to come out. I can observe what they're doing, but I can't do anything to change their actions." He glanced toward both girls to see if they were starting to scoot away from him.

Brianna didn't scoot away. In fact, she leaned in a little closer and Pete's story was /interesting/. She couldn't imagine what it was like to have someone in her head that came out whenever they wanted to.

Wait. Did he say turtles? As in plural?

"Um...how many turtles are there, curiously?" she asked.

"Okay, that would suck..." Bobbi knows a little about what it's like to watch and be unable to do anything. It happened once with Brooke. She gave him space sitting back on the floor, but it was clear she was interested.

Pete was slightly relieved Bobbi gave him some room. Also, that neither of them went running from the room screaming about a freak. Though when Brianna leaned in, he leaned away a bit.

"It does suck," he agreed with Bobbi," but I can't control it. I have to take it for what it is. And there's four of them. That I know about. I don't know if anymore slip out while I sleep."

"Four turtles, one named Athos that speaks oddly. How long has this been happening to you?" she asked, noting his leaning away. She realized she'd invaded his space and moved back a bit.

Bobbi stayed quiet. Curiosity kept this kitty out of trouble for the time being right?

"They all talk funny but in different ways," Pete noted as he sat back up to normal instead of leaning. He started to nervously thumb at the corner of the notebook on his lap.

"It's been like this since..." - he turned into a monstrous freak of nature - "... I manifested. Before I came to this school."

Brianna noted that Pete seemed hesitant to talk about the others. Perhaps she would have to catch them about whenever she could. In the meantime, she nodded to him.

"Everyone has it tough, Pete. But you seem like a decent chap. Do you all have a schedule worked out on who gets out when or is it really just luck of the draw for the day?" she asked.

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